What happens in Ohio doesn't stay in Ohio

A bullet point review of my meh weekend in Ohio.

• Two ladies were looking at stuff at my booth. They were excitedly chatting away in what I assume was a Chinese dialect. Finally, one of them asks me how much is left on the spool, and I explain. She then gets into a heated debate with her friend. They both continue to look at other stuff, making their way to the other end of my table. The woman still has the spool in her hand. Then she holds it close to her body and they leave, again talking very excitedly.
  
  I had to call to her and ask her to come back and buy the spool. I believe she was actually trying to walk off without paying. I really do.
  
  The price of the spool in question? One dollar.
  
  I wish I were making this up.


• I had horrible insomnia the first night I got there. Y'all can guess that I got there super super late, and I did, clocking in at 1 AM. And then I couldn't sleep. Even though I love having a refrigerator in the room, I hate the noises they make, and this one was really strange-sounding and I had to unplug it. Unfortunately, the heater made a loud pop everytime it cycled, so I still woke up every twenty minutes.


• I went to Jungle Jim's, huzzah! I love that place soooo much. I bought a lot of chocolate and root beer. YUM. I also found this Wild Mushroom Rub that Husband absolutely adores cooking with, so that was time well-spent, even though I felt like warmed-over death as I wandered the aisles. If only I'd been able to shop closer to leaving--I would have bought tons of produce. They have a lot of crazy stuff that you just don't find anywhere else.

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