Saturday, January 22, 2005


Remember the clock guy at the flea market? Well, my friend and I went to the same flea market again today, and when we got to his stall he wasn't there. He'd gone off somewhere, leaving his new floozie in charge. Typical man, expecting the woman to do all the work.

She got her revenge, though. She sulked, refused to respond to potential customers, and didn't sell a thing.