Back in the day I had a gig job selling admissions and ride tickets for a traveling carnival. The ride operators knew how where “the good stuff” landed and were quite territorial about what fell. This included the coins that I could hear hitting the roof of my ride-ticket-hut.
My number one memory from one of those days of ticket selling was a recording for a tent exhibit: GIANT RAT (actually a nutria, I think): “See the Giant Rat”… “Giant Rat”… “Larger than a cat!”… (repeat)
