Boomer tourist and the farmers market
The majority of my unsavory boomer interactions happen at the weekly farmers market where I am a vendor. It is an outdoor market so you can't close the doors till opening time. That means they wander around while vendors are trying to set up. I could probably post every week about stupid shit they say.
Two gems from this week:
"Why aren't there labels on your stuff?" Dude... there are you just need to look at the front of the table. Also get out of my personal space behind the table.
"How can you even call this a market or even a farmers market? There are 5 tables and no produce this is ridiculous" Maam, the market doesn't open for 2 hours. The 5 of us here are here because our stands take forever to set up. Come back in 2 hours and you will see 45 different vendors, live music, and a bbq.