I took his photo and stopped to chat with him. This moment was exactly what I needed. This dude was delightful. He didn't drop his wing, he just didn't like the chunks of sauce that was on what appeared to be garlic wings. At least that's what I could decipher by sniffing through my mask.
He was at the fair with horses from what I could gather by our brief conversation and he appeared ready to head home after he finished his boat of wings.
I had noticed he was down to his last wing and I wondered if he had been blowing the excess off each one? There were easily six stripped clean wings in the boat...I was guessing he must've been exhausted.
Now I'm hungry for some wings!