Grumpy Jerrry

We met Grumpy Jerry and he was. well, grumpy. The last time that we were just outside Ocala, we were looking for a flea market to sell our low-end stuff before we go to Mt. Dora and Webster. We are inside talking to a beautiful Zsa Zsa looking lady about a spot and somewhere to park our R.V. She is telling us that it will not be a problem, when a man comes out of the back room. He is complaining, telling her that they do not have room for an R.V.. Our space is too valuable and they are too much trouble. She told him that she knew a place in the back and it would not be to much trouble. He spoke again and she shushed him and told him again that she would take care of us and that he could watch the store while she took us outside to find a place. Mark and I standing there, torn between being offended and laughing. He concluded his part of the conversation with I don't mean to be grumpy but.....we are out the door. While we are walking out the door, she is saying, Aiee, it is so hard running a business with that man. If it were not for me, we would never fill a space. Marked her if that was Grumpy Jerry and she said yes, my husband of 51 years. The name of the flea market is ..............Grumpy Jerry, we have been seeing that sign for years.