The Monkey Girl and the Fat Man
by Ken Mundis
Being on the road gets pretty lonely.
I think it is human nature. From time to time you would find
yourself in a meaningful relationship that would last a week to
ten days depending how long you were in town. Now what amazed me,
for a lack of a better word is all the gentlemen callers that the
Monkey Girl would have! She truly was a sweetheart and she did
have a full beard. But she would tell Mike and I, we were all
roommates, “Don't wait up boys, Momma will be home late tonight.”
She always treated us like she was our mother. She was a very,
very nice lady. She was a very real lady. We would always see
them come for her after the fair closed. They were always nicely
I want to share a story about the Fat Man. It started at my first
spot at the York County Fair. It was a hot
day. I was the new guy and trying to be nice. I asked him if he
needed anything. He said, “Yes. Would you get me some lunch?” I
said, “Sure, what do you want?” Surprisingly it really wasn't that
much! He wanted two corn dogs, two slices of pizza, and two
orders of fries with a lot of salt, lots and lots of salt. He
said, “and maybe a hamburger or two.” I was told to tell them who
I was, who I worked for and that they would take care of the tab.
So off I went from one grab joint to the next, all up and down the
Midway getting him his lunch. When I finished, I returned to the
tent. I was hot and sweaty. I said, “Hey, can I have one of your
cokes?” He always kept a case of Coca-Cola on ice beside him all
of the time. Well that’s when I learned never to ask a Fat Man
for his food! Ha! Ha!
He stared at me real tough and said, “I'll give you one this time
but don't ever “F-ing” ask me for anything else again. Understand
me?” I never asked him for anything again. Ha! Ha!
But there were times Mike and I would raid his refrigerator. It
was in the middle of the night. He had it all, candy bars,
sandwiches, chips. It was like a 7-11. There was this one time
we were in between spots. He would always stay in a hotel room
while we set up. We all went over to his hotel room to watch TV.
I’ll never forget the look on his face like WOW! I have friends
and they’re coming to my house to hang out. He was a gracious
host and made sure everyone was comfortable. He even offered us
food and drink. It was really touching to see this hard ass guy
being happy. Granted, his place was a mess. There were buckets
of KFC and bags of fast food lying all around his room.
The real reality was when I went to
use his bathroom. I had never thought about a 750lb. man using
the bathroom. That’s when I found out he couldn’t use a toilet.
He had to use the tub. Now he couldn’t walk very well and when
you’re on a lot the closest bathroom is pretty far away. So he
would hold his bowels some times for days. When he went, he
When he wanted to take a bath it was always during the mid
afternoon when the sun was hottest. He would use a garden hose
behind the tent. All in all though, I really respected that man.
He does have a good heart and he is a very, very smart person. He
loves to read and reads all of the newspapers, science fiction
books, history books and anything else he can get a hold of to
read or study.
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