And then God mocked me…

mockedMy day did really not go as planned.

I was going to get up at 8, leave at 8:30, get to the farmer’s market at 9 for set-up, be ready by 10, and then sell my awesome stuff all day long.

Well, instead, I had a problem waking up because I was super tired. By the time I had convinced myself to get up and get moving, my phone rang: my neighbor’s daughter had locked her keys in her car and thought that I still had her spare keys. Of course, I didn’t because she had also locked her keys in her car on Friday, and I brought them to her. She still had them. Whoops.

Lots of crying on the phone. A teenager melt-down.

Patrick and Simon (husband and son) ran to get her and drive her to work and grab some donuts – which is where she had been when she accidentally locked her keys in the car. They dropped her at work, came home, and I ate a donut before I went running, late of course, to the farmer’s market.

It took me over an hour to set up, which it turned out was okay because by the time I was done, I hadn’t realized that the farmer’s market had technically started. Not that I had noticed because the place was still empty.

And it was a bad day.

I sold nothing.

Literally. Nothing. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

But, hey, at least I wasn’t alone, right? The vendor right next to me folded up their stuff at 1 p.m. (the market was supposed to last until 3) because they hadn’t sold anything. I tried to hold out hope, but by the time 2:15 rolled around, I decided that perhaps they were right, and I began packing it in.

By the time I left at 2:45, multiple other vendors had packed up and were either leaving or had already left.

That all sucks, right? I spent multiple days this week trying to get stuff made, trying to get ahead, trying to be prepared to sell stuff – and I was kind of planning on the money to pay for a manicure/pedicure this week – but that’s okay, right? A bad sales day happens sometimes.

Except that then…then God(s) mocked me.

While I was shutting up the tables, someone walked behind me and pointed out a crumpled dollar bill on the ground behind me. Obviously, someone had dropped it and moved on, not noticing it. I put it up on the table while I finished up, waiting to see if anyone came back to look for it, but in the end, I gave up and shoved it in my pocket.

A dollar. I got a dollar for my day. And I didn’t even earn it. It was randomly abandoned behind me. Bah humbug.

So I’ll leave you with this lovely song…


Because scissors

Sometimes a buy this/get that sale makes sense. Like buying salad dressing and getting croutons for free.

Logically, salad dressing is part of salad and so are croutons. They go together. (And it’s pretty nice to get something for free!)


But then some buy this/get that deals are slightly more confusing. Like buying string cheese and getting an 8″ pair of scissors.


At first I thought, no it makes sense – back to school snack and back to school supply. These scissors, though, aren’t back to school scissors. They are sharp, huge, and totally not kid friendly. And they aren’t kitchen shears, either, so no using them to cut up chicken or anything. They were on the other side of the store, tucked away in office supplies.

Even the cashier was stumped, but agreed that, yes, free stuff is good, even when you have no idea why it’s free.

And since I mentioned free stuff, I’d like to take this chance to apologize to the person in front of me in line. The bagger clearly felt I was far more in need of your Double Stuff Oreos, and so he put them in my bag. Not my bad. Honest. Just found them while putting away my groceries. But, hey – free!