Up till this week I hadn't had any memorable Crustys. Then the shit hit the fan (3 times), and I forgot to duck once. The first one up is The Two Women:
Two women came down the aisle, with two kids bouncing big bouncy balls. My friend ShelterDoll asked them if they wanted a bag for the balls. She believes that they didn't hear her that time. As they came down the aisle, the kids were bouncing their toys. We have breakables, and our neighbor has a glass case, right across the way. So ShelterDoll asked them again if they wanted a bag for the toys. She was ignored. The brown haired woman came over to the booth to look at some stuff. As she looked I went over to help her.
Brown Hair asked me, "Do you have a thieving problem here?"
I answered "Not to my knowledge, why?"
Brown Hair said "Well, every booth we went to people were hovering over us. I just-"
Blonde Hair(the other woman) "Mom I can't take it any more, that bitch is all over the kids' business."
Brown to Blonde "Just take 'kid', and go to the car, I'm almost done here."
Brown Hair said to me,"I cant believe this: I only get so much time to spend with my daughter, and now that girl offended her."
Me handing her, her change "Do you know when the next full moon is?"
#2 of the week is sort-of-Hellspawn, Purgatoryspawn?
Anyway, ShelterDoll had a transformer toy she had put down, before she went off to visit other vendors. Purgatoryspawn came by and asked how much it was, I said not for sale, he walked off, then came back a little latter asked how much? I said "still not for sale". ShelterDoll came back, and we were chilling. Purgatoryspawn came by again and said "Darn I should have bought it when I saw it."
#3 It gets a little specific so I'm going to give you the watered down version, ShelterDoll and I got into it with a crusty who did not want to be told no. We have had this conversation with at least 20 other people none of whom complained. It goes like this:
"I'm sorry that booth is closed."
"Oh, okay." And then they walk off.
Not this one, he decided to tell me how I should talk to and treat Custys, and how I should feel after telling him no. I lost my temper, after he insulted me. He then took it upon himself and his printer to inform ALL the other vendors and management how I fucked-up his day. Well, other that getting a talking to from management, it kind of had the opposite effect, his letter is now the laughing stock of the flea market.
Well that's it for now, I'll see you again same RHU channel, same RHU time,
--A very tired Fleabite.