Today's show? meh.

I don't even want to talk about it, honestly. But I'm going to. Of course. I sat there for no good reason, watching oodles of people walk past and buy nothing. I don't know what turned them off; some people had a bad show, but a few did okay, and I think there was something off about my display. Or me.

I snapped at another vendor during setup, which is something I don't think I've ever done before. In my defense, he did bang on my car window like a caveman. When I rolled down my window he said, "I was thinking about backing into that spot," which was, coincidentally, the spot I had just backed into (and was told by the promoter to take), which was right behind my booth. One thing you should know about me: I don't generally understand the meaning behind words very quickly. Being specific is quite necessary. And his statement, which was not a request, nor a question, infuriated me (quite clearly I am hormonal today). I don't like having to translate passive-aggressive.

"Fine, I'll moooove," I said, rolling my eyes, and I did move, and I moved nicely, because I could have just taken the spot in front of that spot, which would have still screwed him over because he had a trailer.

So I ended up having to handtruck everything in over horrible broken parking lot concrete, and then watch as he drove away. I could have told him it wasn't going to work; there was not enough room, even with my considerate parking job. And then he ended up taking the entire aisle in between the rows of booths with his truck and trailer, and I watched in horror as he unrolled racks of Crocs and crappy handbags from China.

I'm soooo glad I spend hours of time, effort, and eyesight to handcraft my items. Especially after watching customer after customer buy from him all day long. *rolls eyes*

I should just buy a rack of Crocs.