Thursday, July 05, 2007

Our Farmer's Market

I think this is the third year for our farmer's market. It really has taken off by leaps and bounds, and I am happy for the local producers.

However, it seems to have gotten a little out of hand, customer-wise.

The whole thing is sponsored and monitored by the Chamber. Good thing. Wouldn't want just any farmer coming in to sell his sides of beef that are riddled with Mad Cow Disease or anything. But they have a very strict rule.

No selling before 4:30 pm.

They forbid it. They chastise the little old farmer who is there selling his overabundance of zucchini and summer squash, telling him that he absolutely cannot sell before they ring their little bell.

That does not, however, cut down on the people (ok... myself included ... at least THIS week) who get their stuff bagged up so they don't miss out on something before the bell rings, only to bum rush that poor little farmer when they hear the tink tink tink of the bell.

People are just rude. Downright rude. Mini Martha, the kids, and I are at a little stand with baked goods. This man .. this VERY rude and obnoxious man ... pushes his way up and freaking PINS my sister against the table. She was PISSED off.

You know where the "sought afters" are by the lines that are present, even at 4. It is atrocious.

We have our staples ... zucchini, summer squash, a tomato or two, some little red potatoes, free-range eggs, some baked goods, and then I have to go support the local young family.. the ones with the Angus beef. No hormones. Excellent meat. The best I have tasted. I started to panic when I didn't see them, but they eventually pulled up as soon as I was getting ready to leave. Got my hamburger patties (grilled those tonight ..... YUMMMY!!!!) and my chuck roast. We had their sirloin roast last weekend .... that was devoured in a matter of a day.

So my suggestion to the Chamber is this: not only enforce that 4:30 buying time, hand out brochures to all customers about exhibiting good manners. Really, it would go a long way.

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2 Comments:

Blogger The "Mind" said...

Oh, come on. I want to see the local Barney Fife's in full riot gear patrolling the perimeter, not allowing anyone near the tables until that bell rings. You know that would make for some more good Daily Docket Doozies.

LOL!

I don't think our Farmer's Market is up and running. I don't think the farmer's have much to harvest yet this summer. Gotta love living in the Great White North. *rolling eyes*

11:16 PM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Dude... that would be one woman, about the size of a bean pole and about 20 years old .. I am sure a summer intern or something ... who is sent to patrol the area. Yeah... her power is strong and mighty with that bell.

7:13 AM  

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