Sunday morning is flea market time for Mike. Today I took the ride with him and wandered around amongst the many vendors. Mike wandered in a different direction since we are never likely to stop and peruse the same merchandise anyway.
One lady was selling, according to her sign, "handmade" "soap" with "shea" oil and "lavender" oil and on and on. I had to wonder is her product was not really made by hand and maybe not even really soap--hence to quotation marks. I have to believe the scents she used were chemically enhanced since they really were overwhelmingly strong and made me "sneeze" so I kept on walking.
This reminded me that I was in a downtown shop in Venice last winter that prominently displayed ladies' purses. I had just picked on up when the saleslady (and I think the store owner) proudly announced that all the purses were designer knockoffs. Now, excuse me, but I was under the impression that that kind of thing was against the law--so I said, "Gee, isn't that illegal?" And, wow, did she get all huffy and cranky. That's another reason why I didn't stop to chat with the soap lady--some people just don't appreciate my helpful comments.
There was one guy who had a number of old kitchen utensils on his table. I picked up a double brush-like thingy. A part of the original box was attached and that let me know that I was looking at a brush for cleaning screen windows. "Screen Cleaner" was also stamped on the devise itself (without quotation marks, BTW).
The man said, "I'll bet you can't guess what that is."
"Well, it's for cleaning screen windows," I replied.
He looked at me with utter amazement. "Your the first person who knew that," he announced.
Good, grief. I was the first person who happened by that knew how to read?
maybe I should have stuck to my original plan, which was to go out and pull weeds in the garden.