Randolph Street Market
My road trippin’ weekend landed me in Chicago for the Randolph Street Market. A flea market, filled to the brim with ‘old stuff”. My pickin’ partner was Sarah, who happens to be the wife of an actual ‘picker’ – you know the people who find old things way below their value, then sell them for what they’re worth. Being terribly afraid of any sort of confrontation, I am awful at haggling prices. Unacceptable to Sarah, she forced me to do it at least once.
It went something like…
Me: Would you accept $10 for this?
Lady: No, it’s $15.
So much for that…but Sarah was striking ‘em down left and right. I may have a little bit more to learn from that gal.