As I prepare for another eating spree of gut-busting fair foods, I'm distracted by a man on stage behind me shouting loudly into a microphone.
He's not introducing a tribute band or the best in show hog at the San Diego Fair. He's talking about defibrillators. As I prepare to bite into an eight-inch doughnut lathered in chocolate sauce and Jet-Puffed marshmallow cream, I pause.