This morning there was a guy walking around the Flea carrying a big scythe. The flea market has become one big sad-fest with a closing date of Thanksgiving weekend. Hundreds of us who have gone to the flea every weekend for 3 decades are now on personal panic-buying expeditions. I overheard a fellow customer say to the man with the scythe: What are you doing?
Man with scythe: I'm hoping to get this sold.
I think that's already happened the other guy said.
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