flea market society

There  is a society called flea markets dealers.  We see each other at shows, discuss the best places to go,  and  buy and sell to each other.  Often, we can not remember each others names, but we know what you sell   and  what shows you do.  We are from different states and back grounds but we all love selling  stuff and traveling.

  Our side door neighbor is a gator fan with chairs and sweat shirts to prove it.  Our back door neighbor is a Seminole and  a practical joker who left a Seminole car tag on the Gator  R.V. door.  When he got caught,  he said that he could not resist.  A dealer down the hill was selling tags.  When he saw him with his FSU sweat shirt, the dealer told him that FSU tags were $2.00 but gator tags were $25.00.  A great marketer   indeed.

All day we all fought the wind and watched tents fly and heard dishes crash and lamented to each other about our lost pieces.  I felt blessed that we only lost two pieces today.  We had a good sale and got along with the neighbors by bending to their request to move  a few tables a few inches.  Mark is such a diplomat that he can smooth over all kind of problems and make them go away.

We had a great supper. We split a steak and had potatoes, peas and  the best vine ripen tomatoes ever given to us by our  neighbors. We took a walk after supper to check out our  booth.

 We ran into an impromptu   party in  Preston's tent,  lit up by a generator.  He  has a huge tent full of very unusual items.  I told them that they were having entirely too much fun.  They had moved a few tables around and had  set up a pool table on the dirt. Tomorrow, that table may sell, but Preston said that they can not pick it up until Monday.   We watch for a while and the winner asked who was next.  Mark told them that I could play.  I lost, but I did make  my first shot and a few other good shots  and impressed them with a behind the back shot.  That is what happens when you are raise with four brothers and a Daddy that played.

  We stood around and  talked for a while about our day.  Suddenly the party was over. The  generator cut off and all of the lights went out.  Everyone headed back to their home away from home.  After all, it was
7:30 and we all have a big day tomorrow selling stuff.