Barb and I used to LOVE going to the Galt flea market. We used to get almost giddy making our plans. We would map out what we wanted and what booths we would hit first. This was always such a big deal!
We haven't made the trek to Galt in a few years, and boy, what a difference a few years makes! Our favorite vendors (plants, pottery, decorative) where not there. The quality and selection of stuff was about the same as going to the 99 cent store. What a waste of time, energy and gas! I did end up spending $2 and bought two nail polishes for the girls.
To make matters worse, I ended up hurting myself. I tripped, sprained my right ankle and fell on my hands! Totally embarrassing and humiliating! As I lay on the ground, dazed and in pain, Barb just stood and looked at me while a group of people gathered around. A man walking by helped me to a sitting position and a flea market employee helped me to the cart to sit down. Thank goodness for strangers!
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