Marin Civic Center Farmers Market
We arrived at 8am and the market is already a swarm of humanity. The sun is strong and the vendors booths loaded with goodies. There is a sense of community and a calmness today. We purchase piles of goodies. We have figs, pears, fingerling potatoes, lemons, limes, beets, and corn. A cornucopia of produce. Oh, I forgot the Rancho Gordo Pinquitos ,with a cool recipe for Santa Maria beans for barbecue. We are thinking about a Aidels sausage for brekkies. Let's just put the bags in the car.
We follow an elderly couple with canes across the street when a white van careens past us in obvious excess of speed and good sense. The man stumbles a bit and yells at the driver. Where is this guy headed so fast? Well now, it appears that it is a late arriving vendor who is headed for the market. As I head back for my sausage I comment to the driver that it might not be good business to take out the customers. I really expected an I'm sorry sir, but instead this kid proceeds to do his I'm an angry man/ gangsta routine. While unloading his product he punches the side of his van. A line has qued up now to purchase product. A man of about fifty looks worried about my presence. I explain my concern, he says that I should stay out of the way because he has waited since 8am to make a purchase. I collect a license and description to file a police report while angry man stomps around flinging merchandise onto the counter. Another patron hears my story and says " he's late every week like this" . Gentlemen I salute you! I have lost track of my priorities. This business must be done, a few people get hurt, who cares! Shame a few boneheads spoil the market for many.
We arrived at 8am and the market is already a swarm of humanity. The sun is strong and the vendors booths loaded with goodies. There is a sense of community and a calmness today. We purchase piles of goodies. We have figs, pears, fingerling potatoes, lemons, limes, beets, and corn. A cornucopia of produce. Oh, I forgot the Rancho Gordo Pinquitos ,with a cool recipe for Santa Maria beans for barbecue. We are thinking about a Aidels sausage for brekkies. Let's just put the bags in the car.
We follow an elderly couple with canes across the street when a white van careens past us in obvious excess of speed and good sense. The man stumbles a bit and yells at the driver. Where is this guy headed so fast? Well now, it appears that it is a late arriving vendor who is headed for the market. As I head back for my sausage I comment to the driver that it might not be good business to take out the customers. I really expected an I'm sorry sir, but instead this kid proceeds to do his I'm an angry man/ gangsta routine. While unloading his product he punches the side of his van. A line has qued up now to purchase product. A man of about fifty looks worried about my presence. I explain my concern, he says that I should stay out of the way because he has waited since 8am to make a purchase. I collect a license and description to file a police report while angry man stomps around flinging merchandise onto the counter. Another patron hears my story and says " he's late every week like this" . Gentlemen I salute you! I have lost track of my priorities. This business must be done, a few people get hurt, who cares! Shame a few boneheads spoil the market for many.
6 comments:
Greg, that's a sad story. Would you please follow through and report it to the Farmers Market Association? Here's their contact page.
(My, what were you doing up so early on a Sunday?)
I agree with cookiecrumb. Please report it, and if that doesn't work then tell us who it was!
Did he sell potatoes? That was Chris. He had a badd hangover today,but that is no excuse for running over your geek butt. I think you should call the police and tell them you were delayed an instant because you walked before eating your carrot!
Somehow I think this meathead is beyond all common sense.Chilebrown-not a potato salesman. I maybe could put you out and front me as sheild..better than kevlar. ;)
G.
I will block for you anytime!!! Sunday Mornings at the Marin's Farmer's Market is one of my favorite times. Right now there is a cornuopia of colors. The vendor's are making some money right now. Once again! There is no excuse if somebody tried to run you over!!!!
Greg, who is chilebrown? I need a bodyguard. I can hardly stand Sundays at the market. (But then, see, I don't have a job. I'm a bum who can shop Thursdays.)
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