GUY COMES OVER TO OUR BOOTH WITH A LITTLE 3-yr OLD. Boy picks up the wooden ($3) snake. The father looks at one of our camo shoulder bags. I told him it's ten dollars. "If you buy the bag, I'll give him a free snake." Didn't buy. He asked his wife. Wife said "No, uh uh. You don't need that." Father told the boy 'You don't need the snake." I looked over at my wife. Told her "I don't need this." Wife said "We need money." I said "uh ohhhh."
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Tried to get electricity yesterday from an outlet 20 feet away from the booth. Didn't work so the electrician came over and after 45 minutes of doing this and that, we had power. When we returned today. we didn't. My neighbors (selling BBQ grills) asked me what we should do. I looked at him and pointed to the booth on the other side of him (God Save's) and said "Talk to Him." We both laughed. "I don't want to.....he's giving us rain on Friday," was his response.
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ROOKIE OF THE WEEK AWARD goes to the attractive ladies next to us
soliciting raffle tickets offering '100 bottles of wine for $5.'
They neglected to weigh down their light-weight budget canopy and it
flew away and ended up in Vallejo. I was sitting in my canopy and
looking in the direction of their booth. Suddenly. I saw the back
end lift into the air. It was like in slow motion. It
flipped over and landed 20 feet away. Too bad I couldn't jump out
of my seat and rush over and lay on the ground. You know, like
when people on the street see a bus get into an accident and run
onto the bus and get into position before the law comes.=
GRUMPY HUSBANDS. People just strolling around and not buying much of anything. Husbands were not in a good mood and stopped wives from purchasing; perhaps too much $$$ riding on the Super Bowl tomorrow. Maybe I'll have 'SUPER DEALS ON SUPER SUNDAY'. Hell, I'll try anything to beef up sales. With the wives shopping and husbands watching the game, I'll call in my HIGH PRESSURE SALESMEN to work them over.
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TYSON 100: Have seen several of those little carts with the coolers around this place zooming by me. Or maybe, put-puttering by me. Let's have them race for the rocks on Sunday. 100 laps around the show. Or the TYSON GRAND PRIX. Down Kuehn Street to Loves; across the overpass to Quartzsite, down West Main Street and back over to Tyson on I-95. Maybe 20 laps? How'z that grab ya?
You know, there are times when I want to park my motor home someplace and I often envision a bunch of people encircling my motor home wearing dark hooded capes and carrying torches AND CHANTING. I don't know, man, maybe this is it. I remember when Peter Fonda, etc., pulled into that RV Park and the people were giving them odd looks, kind of the way that lady was looking at me. I'm parked rather close to campers on either side of me, so I probably won't wake up with a ring of fire around me. Actually, they did have a campfire over there earlier tonight, but I didn't see any naked bodies running off into the darkness.
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If all that doesn't get you, how about the police going around threatening vendors with $3,000 fines if they don't stop selling at 6:00PM on Sunday. I know you want to get everybody out of there, but isn't that a little bit over the line? What are you going to do? Bash them in the heads with your clubs and throw their stuff over the fence? Uh uh uh.
"Uh hello, sir," said Officer Dombrowski while stuttering to the older Chinese guy selling his bamboo plants. "Would you be so kind as to pack your things after you are done with these 20 people in line. Please."
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We've done a number of 4th Avenue Street Fairs there (The Parking Lot) and I guess that located on 5th St (I think) is a business that specializes in Tri-tips. Man oh man, they had these big gigantic grills and they constantly had lines of 30-40 people throughout the day. Smoke all over the place and that's why the glaciers are melting. Our booth was located half a block from there and everytime I wanted to get one, the line was super long. This is one of the better food businesses that I have ever seen. You can also buy huge chunks of Tri-tip already cooked and bring it home.
Family of 3 comes over to the booth. The 8-year old boy picks up one of our wooden alligators and begins to look at it. The father then says "You've got ice cream instead" and then continues walking. I was typing on the computer and told him "You don't want ice cream. You eat it and it's gone. You can get the alligator and you'll have it forever." I put my head down and suddenly my wife begins to laugh as the boy walks away. "What are you laughing about?" I asked her. " My wife then told me that the boy was holding an ice cream cone and placed it down on the table and LICKED the wooden alligator instead of his ice cream cone. Holy shit. She was still laughing ten minutes later. What is wrong with these people? Something in the water? PEOPLE, PLEASE DO NOT LICK THE ALLIGATOR.
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But I didn't see any large dogs. They were all under a foot tall.... and some of them dressed up like they were going to be in an Easter parade. Or, maybe they marched in the parade during the morning. I'm wondering how come there weren't any larger dogs. Seriously, I saw maybe 20 dogs today and they were all small. Where did the big ones go? I know the economy is bad, butt....... Or maybe they all took their dogs to the Good Guys Car Show in Pleasanton this weekend to keep them company while they sit around for three days in back of their cars. Hey Bowser, why don't you run over there and pick me up some ribs. I'll give you the bones. Hey Ralph, anybody touches ma cah. chase them away. Sick em, Frazier.
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"GOT ANYTHING FOR ONE DOLLAR" the pudgy 8-year old boy asked. I looked at the boy, who was obviously the last of the big spenders. "No, uh uh." " He walked around and raised up one of our shoulder bags. "How much is this?" I looked at him. "Ten Dollars." He glanced over at me. He woke me up from my early afternoon nap. "How much do you have" I asked him. "Two dollars." Oh oh. "Good bye," I said to him. Sales had been pretty bad so far and now this. His mouth dropped open. I guess he wasn't expecting me to say that. He walked around the booth a couple times. "You don't have anything for one dollar?" "No, I do not." He picked up one of our tiny picture frames which I normally sell for $2. "How much is this?" I looked over at him. "One dollar. How does that sound?" "Okay," he said as he picked it up. "I am getting this for my mom," he said excitedly as he handed me a dollar bill. "Can I put my brother in here?" he said to me. I looked up once again. "If he'll fit inside," I said causing a few other people to giggle.
