Boot fair antic’s
To pull in a bit of extra dough lately I have started pulling the occasional Sunday car boot.
Car boots are different to markets: as much room as you like; cheap rent’s; early start but early finish.
They also have a very different type of punter.
So I set my stall up, four twenty foot rows piled up with gear and the first bloke walks between all of the stuff and says:
“How much for the flask?”
I look at him.
“No mate” I said “That’s my flask, it’s got coffee in.”
“Oh”. He said and walked off through my massive stall full of gear.
Second bloke walks up.
“How much for the radio?”
“No mate” I said again. “That’s my radio. I’m listening to it. While drinking coffee out of my flask”.
“Oh” he said and also walked off through the stall.
Boot fair customers are a law unto themselves. I honestly think that if I was standing there with a gold bar and a broken tea cup the first five people would ask “How much is the cup?”
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market trader, the man in the street or this week, in a field.
