Way back when, I agreed to serve as judge of pageants held annually in Fort Stockton and DeLeon. I – and another couple of judges – were to select queens of the Water Festival and the Peach and Melon Festival, respectively.It shouldn’t have been “rocket surgery,” but I didn’t realize that I would be detested (or near thereto) by all attendees, save the families of the winners.One guy chanced to attend both festivals. Disgustedly, he called me “an equal opportunity offender.” Upon hearing this snarky comment, I vowed to let others fill judging roles at all such future events.Quite unexpectedly,