speaking of hippy weirdo’s…how about plain old smelly weirdo’s? i got dragged off to an antique fair on sunday….
wow, its amazing the amount of crap and junk that people will hold onto in the faint hope that it might be worth something. matchboxes (from some no name restaurants scattered around the country), old dolls that are fallen apart (no to mention the pedophile looking dude selling them), expo 86 souvenirs, gawd…i almost expected to find old willie nelson 8-track cartridges…
so imagine a gymnasium full of above mentioned old musty stinky stuff, journey playing on the PA, crowds of people who don’t seem to shower or wash their clothes, and possibly half a dozen leaking Depends undergarments and you can get a sense of the torture that was my Sunday morning.
oh and senior citizens have sharp elbows. they bump and barge like nobody’s business. i got taken the f out.
