Flea Market

Posted on 03.02.04 4:03PM in awesomeness, family

I went to the Flea Market yesterday with my brother’s girlfriend and my mother only because I found it to be too beautiful a day to waste. After riding to Oldsmar and taking ten minutes to park, we got out and ventured into the world of the flea. After demanding that we walk every aisle and see every store (including the aptly named Sock Shop), I have come to a conclusion: The flea market is the greatest thing on earth. Ever.

Sure, it’s dirty. Sure, all it is is a bunch of guys named Cletus selling their crap. And sure, the mere notion that anyone would buy lingerie from such a place is appalling. But without the funnel cake induced sugar stupor that inexplicably takes over the spirit of all the slack-jawed yokels that mindlessly wander the premises arguing and saying “No, we’ve already been down that aisle,” America just wouldn’t be the same. No bargain basement used country music CDs. No really, really, ridiculously cheap knockoff sunglasses. No vintage Nascar paraphernalia. Life as we know it would be worse off.

Anywho, I also went to the Hospice store and bought a couple of shirts, one of which is red and looks like this:
Sweet shirt!

Hah. Too bad it’s way too small for me.

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  1. Posted by Taryn on 10.15.05 at 14:31:59

    so what are you going to do w/ the shirt? if you dont want it you can watch me try it on if i can have it

  2. Posted by Casey on 10.15.05 at 14:32:28

    Note to self: get shirt back from Doug.

  3. Posted by Taryn on 10.15.05 at 14:32:51

    the shirt wouldve been way sexier on me, sry casey your loss

  4. Posted by Cunkle on 10.15.05 at 14:33:07

    I must strongly agree with Taryn. It would have been way sexier, no offense to Doug, but hello it’s Taryn!

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