Oh...the flying pig has nothing to do with this story.
I just get a kick out of seeing it fly!
Anyway for the fourth consecutive Sunday, my sister and I have joined the other 2,000 sellers at our friendly neighborhood huge flea market.
The last two weekends we have been battling dipping temperatures and bouts of chilling rain. Maybe my brain has turned to mush, that's why I'm laughing at a unbelievable creature flying...I've turned silly.
We have had some luck with selling our denim bags though. The teen girls seems to like them a lot and to be perfectly honest I've seen quite a few adult ladies putting the bag strap on their shoulders - just to see the fit. I'll put some pictures up to show you...on the next entry. I forgot how to inbed the picture here in the text....God, short term memory loss....
Well, what I really wanted to write about was the chaos that occurred at the Flea Market. We were sitting behind our table and all of a sudden we hear someone shout "F......you...you stupid...b.....h" and on and on..he just did not stop. A poor woman was trying to do parallel parking by her spot where she was selling and could not quite judge how far she could move back.....this idiot guy just wanted her out of "his" way - didn't care that she was being careful. The way the covered areas are built you could back right up into a crowd if you overshot your spot.
Well, guys, I'm not your normal shy violet smelling Grandma....the guy was screaming & riding his horn right behind us.....I told him to have himself a Merry Christmas in spite of himself and that he should be ashamed of himself. He, of course, macho gunned his engine and roared off - never a cop around when you need one. He was speeding in a people walking zone....can you believe that? Why loose yourself because of not getting instant gratification and having to wait for someone else to move for all of two minutes.
Oh, and if you guys think I'm picking only on men...not so....today was a uni-sex day when it came to tempers.
About an hour after the first ruckus, we hear a woman yelling at the top of her lungs. I look over by where they have a people trolley stop, there is a lady with two little kids sitting there waiting for the trolley. The screaming is coming from another woman who has driven her car up on the wrong side of a divider for the Flea Market. She was attempting to back up and turn around (there was no room to do this) and in doing so almost hit the woman and kids on the bench.
Again, this woman was totally wrong and gets into a screaming match with the Mother. I was incredulous watching the driver get out of her car and lift the chain barrier across the hood of her car and slowly she inched forward letting the chain slip higher on her car. Finally she was able to get through to the other side (the side she was supposed to be on in the first place). She had to have scratched the hell out of her paint job! She had to have the last word too....it was a raised finger salute to the poor Mother!
What is it? The holidays brings out the worst in people? Gotta remind myself to stay away from the post office.....hmmm full moon this week...
9 comments:
no; not a full moon?? This season does bring out the worst in us and its supposed to be a happy season. Makes no sense.
betty
Glad they took to your Denim bags, looking forward to seeing a picture of them..
The Season of good will as far as cars and drivers are concerned certainly looks like it has taken a nose dive..It is so sad when they resort to bad language when venting their anger...and with children about. They make such fools of themselves, and I hope she did scratch the Hell out of her paint job..lol...Ally
I can't tolerate bad language and people losing their tempers. I think that cars bring out the worst in people, don't know why but they seem to get so short tempered and resort to foul language which gets them nowhere. Glad your denim bags went down well, have a lovely Christmas. Jeannette.
There's something about getting behind the wheel that makes people behave like the wildest animals. I'm not one for violence but sometimes I'd love to be a black belt in Karate!!!!!!
Can't wait to see your denim bags. I've considered going to a market with my little tables that my husband and I made for our children (I'm the artist!) - but perhaps I'll wait for summer!
Merry Christmas!
Tilly x
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oh, i had a feeling you weren't a shy violet smelling grandma, and that's a good thing. too many don't speak their minds.
our society has become one that doesn't like to wait, but to yell at someone trying to park? where's the guy got to be in such a hurry? and the woman who nearly ran over the mother and kids..that's just ridiculous. don't know what to say, in the face of such blatant disregard.
but i'm glad you're having success with your handbag sales. it's interesting, too, isn't it, to be out in such a large crowd and people watch. can't wait to see the photo of the bags!
happy holidays,
mara
I can't wait to see your bags, I bet they are great! I think driving can bring out the worst in people sometimes...you have to be careful.
2000 sellers at a flea market. Oh, just force my eyes out with dessert spoons ~ Mary
I think the 'flying pig' does have something to do with this story. You watched two pigs flying into stupidity and violent language. Something about the week before Christmas or maybe that is just the way that they conduct themselves .... sad! Pennie
Wow, you certainly found some ummm good people watching. I say, people just need to calm down, because I've found typically, 99% of the time when they start ranting, it's completely unnessassary.
What can you do though, sometimes, a finger flip is just as effective, but quiet!
Rebecca
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