I had to be up at 4:15am for a market I was doing so I woke up cheerful and took the boys outside for a good 15 minutes. It seemed like my day was going to be ok.
I get to work and I like to go to the Hess station across the street to get some fluids and a couple munchies for the day and 2 glazed doughnuts. Normally they have to get them from the back for me but today they were all in the correct place so I took my 2 doughnuts and got in the truck to head to the market.
I was starving since I was too lazy to walk across the yard to the kitchen last night to get me something to eat before bed so I take a bite of this supposedly wonderful doughnut and it was sticky and stale. I took it in strides and just put it back in the bag and ate the snickers I bought for my afternoon snack.
I kept telling myself today was going to be a good day. I had a nice conversation with the lady who rides with me and I drop off at her market on the way to my market. All seemed to go well. I get to her market and unload and head on my way. I was actually a little early so I thought all was right with the world.
I get to my market and I had to wait a couple minutes while another truck unloaded and moved... when they moved I saw this vehicle parked in my spot. I thought it was one of the other vendors but it was there from the night before and the other vendors called the police a few times before I got there for it to be towed... that is really the market managers job but he is another story all together.
So the vendor across from me told me to unload all of my stuff and park my truck and when they tow the car I can set up. So I did... but while unpacking I found out 1 of the 2 tables they gave me was broken. I should really have 3 tables but I use a piece of wood they pack as the third table... which doesn't work so well when you only have 1 working table.