From my vantage point, which happened to be a large crash matt, which, conveniently also happened to be the largest and most comfortable object around for me to half-nap on, I saw a lot of familiar faces. There's a bit of a crossover between market people and FEASt people. Actually, I believe all of them were regulars of the market.
Anyway, one of these happened to be the son of the Waffle Lady, Simon, who also happens to frequent my booth and brought up this small but cute exchange.
Simon: Devon, can I have some egg nog?
Me (looking up at him from the crash matt): I'm not selling any egg nog.
Simon: What are you selling then?
It seemed funnier at the time.

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