I am still editing my weekend recap, so in lieu of that here is a story from Saturday!

During the beginning of Saturday’s half marathon, we ran by the Farmers’ Market, and I asked Rachel if it would still be open when we finished running for us to check out. It was, and we did, yay! (She warned me about how crowded it gets, and while it was shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, they were at least moving. I appreciated the warning – I don’t always do well in crowds.)

I had no idea the “Saturday Market on the Square” had so many vendors! Whoa! I was impressed by the variety of produce, baked goods (even some vegan ones!), and crafts. I decided to buy peppers, since we kept seeing them, and they were on my shopping list anyway. Fresh peppers would be a treat!

Then Rachel and I had the strangest interaction with one guy selling them (although I wonder if he was actually selling any, with his attitude…).

He was selling sweet peppers, and I said to Rachel “I wonder if these will be good on salads, or if they’ll be too sweet?” I always buy bell peppers for our salads, and didn’t know! So Rachel wondered that out loud to the vendor and he answered “No, they won’t be good.” Then scowled and said “Of course they would be, why would you ask that?”

We were both so taken aback with what a dick he was being. I said something about typically using bell peppers so I just wondered how these would be, and he quipped back with “just go back to using your watered-down tasteless peppers” (or something like that, it’s been a few days now, ha).

Um. What. Da. Fuq. Did he want to sell his peppers or not? Is it offensive if someone asks if the thing you grew and are selling would be good eaten a certain way? So freaking bizarre. And he definitely was NOT trying to be funny. He was straight-up rude and pissy with us.

So we obviously walked away! I bought peppers from someone else who was nice and let me ask questions about what she uses them for. Because YES I have been buying conventional bell peppers from Aldi for five years so please enlighten me. Jeebus.

Nice lady peppers (some bell, some sweet)

That interaction didn’t ruin our market experience, just made me wonder what the hell was up that guy’s butt and how he expected to sell anything if he was being such a dick to anyone who asked a stupid question. Maybe you should NOT be at the Farmers’ Market, interacting with people, buddy. Know your limits of human interaction! I am proud that my interaction with him didn’t take me to my limit for the day, ha ha ha.