u/Waterproof_soap

Just watched this episode on the Hoarders YouTube channel. This woman probably wins for most annoying spouse AND biggest whiner. She doesn’t show up on time. She pouts like a child. She’s so rude to the therapist and organizer. She threatens Dave (and their friends and her DIL) with violence and says it’s just a joke. She screams like a toddler having a tantrum. When Dave says he loves his grandchildren, she immediately says “But *I’m* the love of your life!”

Had a pretty big outdoor fair today. Pretty popular one in my city. Last year is when I met one of the rudest, loudest, most annoying vendors ever. She sells tumblers with crappy AI art. She’s quite proud of the fact that she just has to “click a button” and she gets those ugly highland cows and stupid sayings. I’ve seen her at a few other events since then. I specifically asked the organizers to separate us this year.

When we go to set up, the organizers tell us, set up to the left of your number. I know right where I’m going, the spaces are clearly marked and I have checked out the map. As in driving in, I see this vendor. Joy. She waves me down and demands to know where I’m going. I tell her I’m heading to my spot. Well, what number? She’s ranting because the numbers are impossible to see. (They are literally a foot tall.) Make sure you set up in the right side of the number she tells me. I just nod and go set up.

She wanders down a few minutes later and demands to know why I’m setting up where I am. She said set up on the RIGHT side, why did I set up on the left? The people next to me had set up to the right of their number. An organizer happens to be walking by and overhears her. Nope, we are definitely supposed to be on the left. This lady argues. She was told the right side. She can’t move all her stuff. The people next to her will just have to deal with it. Doesn’t matter if everyone will now be off a space and someone will eventually be out in the road.

I tune out her arguing and go back to setting up my stuff. A while later she comes over to tell me we all have to take our canopies down. The fire marshal told her so. I thank her for the info and continue setting up. She demands to know why I’m not taking my tent down right away. I tell her I will, I just want to have shade as long as possible, so I’ll do it after I set my stuff up. She goes to the booth next to me and tells them the same story, so they quickly take their tent down.

When I finish, the fire marshal comes around. I ask if I need to take my tent down. He looks at my weights and says no, looks like I have enough. I let him know there’s someone telling other vendors to take their tents down. He rolls his eyes and asks “The lady selling cups? She has to take her tent down because she refuses to put weights on. No one else so far has been that uncooperative.”

Moral of the story: Don’t believe everything you hear from other vendors. And don’t be a jerk.

Bit of a weird one. At an outdoor market yesterday. Lovely weather, but attendance was really poor. I basically made my table fee, lunch and materials for the pieces I sold. But I had time outside, got to read a book and finish some pieces, so I didn’t mind, plus this was a charity event. (I totally understand how other people may have had different perspectives.)

One vendor was our local “nutrition drink” shop. I’m sure you’ve seen these, they have loaded teas, energy drinks, 1,000 calorie “healthy” drinks. Despite terrible reviews and below average ratings from the health department, they are somehow still in business. They were making the rounds offering discounts on their drinks. I politely declined, saying I have a lot of sensitivities and do better with just water. They make the rounds again later, offering flyers to a heavily Christian themed event. I politely take one and put it in my bag to use as bird cage liner later.

They continue making the rounds, complaining about the heat, the lack of customers, the lack of electricity (the organizers clearly stated no electricity was available), and so on. At one point, I get up to walk around and see their booth looks pretty busy. As I walk by, I notice they are scooping ice with their bare hands. No scoop, no gloves. Lovely.

Two full hours before we are supposed to tear down, they go around, loudly announcing they are leaving because they haven’t made any money. They ask everyone if they would like some ice. Other vendors accept, I politely decline. One the second pass, they demand to know why I don’t want ice.

“I have to throw away $250 worth of ice! The least you could do is take some! Why don’t you want any, are you too good for ice?”

I say my thermos keeps my water at a good temp and ice hurts my teeth. They continue to complain very loudly about throwing away their expensive ice the entire time they tear down.

It was just comically weird. At least now I know for certain I’ll never go to their shop. Hope your weekend was good and less weird.