I visited the flea market today. I wanted to see if I could find another pair of Levi's. I love those. Well, I did find two pairs: one barely used, but made for giants and another one that still had the tag on it (probably stolen) but way too small. I didn't find anything else I liked but I had fun walking around. Most of the people that sell stuff there are gypsies, some are old people. To sum things up...
~Rules of the Flea Market and other bizarre happenings~
-Everything is high quality, original merchandise.
-Everything is on sale. Sales get better by the minute. As the day goes by, they take prices down. 10 bucks, 5 bucks, 2 for 1 buck.
-Picking up something may lead in you buying something you do not want. Tactics being used for this: picking up the merchandise and telling you how good that shit is, telling you it looks great, telling you that it's fashionable to wear tight or baggy clothes, telling you to wear more clothes underneath so it fits (or thick socks for shoes), telling you that it's that much in a store. Weird fact: a gipsy told me to put down the boots I was looking at because they were crappy. Was it some sort of weird reverse psychology?
-Everything sounds like a bad radio advert "Cheap, only here, only today!" etc. Weird fact: someone was just screaming "CHEAP!" at the top of his lungs.
-Everyone is "a respectable businessman".
-It's all natural: everything is either pure cotton, real leather etc.
-Every appliance works! They just can't show it...
And last but not least: One man's trash is another man's treasure. Even an old laptop that runs a version of Windows prior to '95 or THE INTERNET.
Good night.
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