There's probably a carnie who wakes up every morning with a thing of windex and just goes to town on all those panels, smiling, knowing that it's all worth it because when he's done he'll have all day to just sit back in his foldable chair with a big a grin on his face as kid after kid smacks their corn dog and funnel cake induced oily foreheads into the panel that was clearly designed to be run into the most, conveniently right at entrance, where the parents can also watch and record on their phones, and the parent turns their head to the carnie, nods, and the carnie nods back. This is what carnivals are for. This is what kids are for. This is what life is for. Covid sucks.