Just as John was trying to decide, his cell phone started ringing. He looked at the number, and saw that it was work. He quickly answered, and got a mouthful from his boss.
When the call was done, he turned back to his family. "I'm sorry guys. There's a client breathing down our necks. I need to make some last minute changes to my project, which means I need to get to the office."
"Again?" asked Susan. "This is the third weekend in a row!"
"I know. I know." John sighed. "Feels like I'm the only one holding the place up. You guys enjoy the circus. I'll pick you up tonight."
"Daddy," begged Emily, "please don't go."
"Sorry, sweetie." John hated this, but he was the only breadwinner, so he didn't have much of a choice. "I'll try to get you a souvenir."
He kissed his daughter on the head, then waved farewell. John dreaded braving that traffic accident again, but he didn't see any other choice. He grumbled to himself as he weaved through the brightly colored tents.
After five minutes of wandering, he realized something was wrong. John was completely lost. He looked around at his surroundings, not recognizing any of the tents. He could have sworn that it had been a straight shot from the parking lot to where the family had been discussing. How had he gotten turned around? What was he going to do?