You Haven’t Lived Until You’ve Stayed in a Carny Crib
I once worked as a carny. Well, actually, I worked at the Altamont fair for about a two days when I was 15. I have to say, it was probably the best thing I ever did. I quickly leaned that trying to talk people into shooting a basketball at a hoop that was clearly bent wasn't my thing.
And sleeping on the ground wasn't either. Good news! Sleeping in tents and pooing in port-a-potties is a thing of the past for some of our beloved carnival workers.
Indoor plumbing and comfy sleeping quarters have taken these carnies from the ground to trailer camper comfort.