Day 1 of farmers market. When I arrived it rained so 2 men helped get my canopy up. Which also means my packages and cardboard box got wet. My white shirt got so dirty I have to keep my jacket zipped. Stuff got dusty in the garage. But a plus I get to sit next to a guitar player. One lady asked if I had copper jewelry. Well, labels say copper or alloy, whatever alloy means.
Later: Please explain why God hates me so much. Wind comes in to blow off the merchandise and blows and blows and blows. Yeah, I spent my time picking up my items off sidewalk and puddles. My sign is ruined. Who knows how much I've lost. Then my display falls into a puddle. So someone suggested a box. Had a kid ask for Pokémon. I'm sorry. That would violate copyright laws. Even better I looked up and a news camera was pointed at me. I literally started crying in front of people. Nobody will step over the puddle to look at my stuff.
Vendor next to me who picked up my sign from a puddle and recommended a box gave me this saying they are sorry for me having such an awful day. I thanked them and offered one of my items. They took a blue pen with a koala silicone bead. I said that was my favorite. What are micro greens anyway? Is this a salad?
I got on TV while holding my stand from being blown away. My license plate was in the background when they interviewed the event person. I had my 5 seconds of TV coverage.
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