For those who don't know, I work Farmers Markets in my area with the Boss, and have been doing so for about two years. And the best things happen while I'm sitting behind those tables. Here's a quick list:
- This scrawny white guy comes up to my table, and he's got this ENORMOUS black dog in tow. It looked like a Shepherd, but I'm no expert. Obviously, as a fellow pupper enthusiast, i ask the gender and name. He says, 'Her name is Hades.' π
- Not five minutes later, this other guy walks up, who looks surprisingly similar to the first guy, and he's got a similar looking dog in tow, except this one is white. Again, I ask the gender and name. He says, 'His name is Zeus.' I SMELL A SHIP
-I carry all my market necessities in my Captian America bag thats shaped like the shield (cause I'm Marvel trash) and one little boy wearing a Cap shirt sees my bag, gets this huge grin on his face, and starts whispering excitedly to his mom.
- Me and the Boss were working one particularly busy festival. It was so busy I didn't get a chance to look around like I normally do. One guy comes up towards the end of the night and notices my Infinity War shirt (TRASH) and says, 'Did you go over to the booth with the Iron Man cosplayer?' He could immediately read the disappointment on my face when I explained we'd been WAY busy. Not 10 minutes later, when the cosplayer was going to change out of costume, he comes right up to our booth and says, 'Someone told me you wanted to get a picture? I can never leave a fan disapponted.' So, not only was I SUPER embarrassed, but super grateful to that guy for getting me a pic with Iron Man (whose costume, btw, was AWESOME).
- We get the occasional disabled customer, amputees, wheelchair bound, and nothing makes my day better than giving them a sample out just talking to them, cause they always have the best SMILES ππ
-On more than one occasion, I've had little girls come up wearing princess crowns and every time, I ask, 'How may I be of service, Your Highness?' They either smile shyly and hide behind Mom's leg or start giggling and ask for a sample of strawberry (I sell jams).
-Vendors at particular markets are like their own community, everyone knows everyone and they all talk crap about the management when they screw up badly, or other crappy vendors. It's hilarious.
I love working in this business! πππ
