Grandma’s Collectables

There are two kinds of flea markets: the nice respectable kind and the kind that has a bunch of crap piled sky high, or in other words, the landfill kind. This is the latter. There was one booth out of several hundred that had decent items at a reasonable price. Most of it was just junk that you wouldn’t even take for free. There was dust on the items that looked as though nobody has worked on their booths for years. In one booth, shampoo was sold. Rust formed at the bottom of the cans, and you couldn’t pull the can from the shelve (without pulling down the whole shelf) because it was so stuck. This is due to several things, I think. One, it is truly a junk yard. The other reason is that it is not climate-​controlled. This place has NO A/​C during Arkansas’ 110 degree summers. Who was the idiot to plan this out? Seriously. They have a few industrial fans at the ends of the super, super long aisles. Yeah, like that was going to do any good. Today, it was moderately cool for an Arkansas summer day— about 94 degrees. It was actually hotter in this flea market than it was outside. Pass, pass, pass on this. You won’t find anything of value except for in a few booths, but there, the items are unbelievably overpriced, probably because they need to increase prices for low sales. We stayed for about 50 minutes, and there wasn’t a single other person, except for the owner, in this store. There are other good markets in Arkansas. No need to stop at this one.