Every Thursday and Saturday there is a farmer’s market in the town centre. The market that I visited today (Thursday’s) was a cross between a flea market and a carnival. Two fruit vendors were barking and from what I could gather they were not only trying to encourage shoppers to buy from their stands but criticizing their competition. At one point, a vendor got overly animated and slipped off of his podium (aka empty wooden fruit carton) and a customer had to break his fall. He didn’t miss a beat, however, and he and “I have a grocery cart full of oranges man” kept verbally duking it out.
There were several meat and fish vendors selling their wares out of what looked to me like chip trucks. One fellow was standing on a deck outside his truck and he was hauling out various packages of frozen meats like sausages, chicken burgers, and fish sticks. He had two women assisting him and they would “model” the item for sale while he yelled out a description and a price. When I stopped to watched, a crowd, of at least 30, had gathered. If the shopper was interested in an item, they would put up a hand and the “model” would pass it to them. I hate to admit it, but my initial reaction to this scene was that he was handing out free food because people were almost swarming and the women were tossing things about so quickly.
Although, I passed on the truck load of oranges or a bag of frozen cod fillets, I did manage to spot a deal on super glue for one pound and decided to pick that up. With Rick being such a handy guy, I wondered when the urge to fix something would strike him. Perhaps the glue would pacify his Mr. Fixit tendencies since there is virtually nothing to build, tear down, repair or maintain in our new place. Who knows, maybe he and Chan would take turns blotting super glue on each other and arrive at the school as conjoined twins. Hey, maybe that would save us a bundle on bus fares, too. Between a student and a senior’s discount the bus driver would be stymied.
