TIFU City farmers market
When I was at uni there was this wee sign outside my flat pointing to a “farmers market.” Every single day on the walk to class I’d pass it and think “aw I really need to check that out sometime.” Lived there for years. Fully convinced there was this hidden artisanal farmers market tucked away beside campus.
I was even telling folk about it like I was some local food blogger. “Aye there’s this amazing wee farmers market near uni.” Told one of my pals who loves cooking that we should go get fresh produce and make dinner one night.
Eventually we both have a free day and she’s already suspicious. She’s like:
“Mate… are ye sure there’s a farmers market in the middle of a random residential street in Glasgow? Just permanently there?”
And I’m like “Aye obviously, the sign’s been there for years. Must be a permanent wee farm shop.”
So we follow the sign. End up outside this tiny shop on a dead quiet street. Walk inside and immediately I’m thinking this is a strange setup for a farmers market because there’s just… frames everywhere. Picture frames. Hundreds of them.
Finally ask the wee guy behind the counter:
“Sorry, where’s the farmers market?”
And he just looks at me deadpan and goes:
“Am a frame maker doll, no a farmers market. There’s nae eggs here.”
Turns out I’d been misreading “FRAME MAKER” for about 3 years.
Possibly one of my most amusing dyslexic reading fails over the years but honestly we still laugh about it every time we pass an actual farmers market now.
TL;DR: Spent 3 years thinking a Glasgow frame shop was a permanent farmers market because I can’t read.