Saturday, March 28, 2009

Flea Market

I went to the Flea Market today. Nothing like going to shopping booths separated by chicken wire and blue tarp. I saw a couple large guys in wheel chairs and imagined them going down the same aisle towards each other only to realize that when they would eventually cross paths they would not be able to get around, and the effort to go backwards would be too difficult to even imagine. They would just be stuck. What to do in that situation? All of the vendors talked as if they just came off the set of Deliverance, and they were all eating something... either loose meat barbecue or frozen custard. One guy had a booth where he was selling nothing but old keys. He literally had a wall full of thousands and thousands of keys. I wonder what would possess a man to wake up and think, "I'll be the guy that sells keys."

2 comments:

  1. I went to the Irvington Flea Market here in Indy. I haven't been to the one on South High.

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