It is no secret. Where there is a sale or a place of bargain, it can almost be guaranteed that there will be Asians. Which was why I was hesitant at first. I have a deep seeded [Asian] complex that imagines the worst. Of either being shunned by Asians or being shunned because I am Asian.
But I woke up bright and early one Saturday morning and realised that my life was passing me by. That I was not going to get a second chance and it was ridiculous to be living by my fears. So I went home, cleared out all the stuff that was building dust in the cupboard and packed them in suitcases for the swap meet.
Swap Meet: Where people will give you money in exchange for your junk. Also known as a flea market.
The trick to swap meets is to get a good spot. And to do so, you have to be one of the first cars in line. But when I woke up at four that morning, I still asked myself: "Why Monnie why??" You know I love my sleep.
Sarah: "my patience is running thin..."
[insert evil chuckles here]
Sarah was at the swap meet for the first time too. And she was working it!
At one point, I was selling my things for as low a dollar just to get rid of them. I felt terrible because these included gifts that were given to me. But I [honestly] had no use for them. It is insane how much we pay for things that will someday [soon] be of no use to us.
We are such wasteful beings.
It forced me to come to terms with my spendthrift ways. If there is one thing that I spend on, it is on gifts. I ♥ shopping for people. But maybe it is time to start asking people what they want rather than guessing. The surprise element is great but it would be a real pity for gifts to go to waste.
Oh, if you must know, the Asians were great! They were friendly, like everyone else. And at times, super friendly. Tis refreshing to have a change of mindset!
Plus, it is not everyday that you [or rather, I] can sit back on trunk of your car and just relax under the summer sun. Watch as the crowds go by.
I thoroughly enjoyed this 104. Big thanks to Sarah for the suggestion and to Lozza for the detailed planning [down to the muesli bar]. I left with less junk in my trunk, a new appreciation for the simple yet, valuable things in life and with an additional $23 in my pocket. Noice!




