- Ft. Pierce Farmer’s Market
Not Even in the Northern Neck
I said in my last post that I was going back to Fort Pierce because after showing how beautiful the farmer’s market was that I wanted to show how tacky the crafts section was. Forget it! This is much too good.
Renee and I got back down there around 9 yesterday morning. We did a quick walk through and went back to the vendor that makes those great omelets.
We got our breakfast and were walking along the seawall looking for a place to sit, watch the manatees, pelicans, and people. Well for all of those that don’t know Renee let me tell you that she can strike up a conversation with a lamp post.
As we were eating someone was walking around looking for registered voters in St. Lucie County to sign a petition in hopes of getting someone on the ballot. What better time for Renee to look at a total stranger sitting close by and say, “I’m not from here so they won’t want me to sign.”
BINGO!! Now there are 2 nuts at the farmer’s market and this 327 pound total stranger dressed in red shorts with large white polka dots and tank top that says “Occupy Ft. Pierce” has found her new best friend, my wife, Renee.
I wanted desperately to take a picture of this scene but was caught in one of those, “I can’t believe this moment”, so I sat at a distance and listened as Looney and Loonier began to chat.
Loonier starts to tell Renee that she lives down here but she isn’t going to sign it either and then the conservation really moves into politics and social issues as Renee’s new best friend states that is also not going to vote for Gingrich.
After hearing this my ears picked up. Although I would rather see Gingrich receive the nomination over Romney my pick would be Santorum because I love his conservative message. However being conservative or moderate were not Loonier’s idea of the proper candidate. She announces that she would not vote for Gingrich because he wanted to take away food stamps and make people get jobs.
Now most people would have found this to be the perfect time to walk away but not Renee. At this Renee turns the subject to the jobs market and compassionately listens like she is some HR Director being paid for a job placement. I listen as Renee asks her about the type of work she does. She starts to describe her work and is doing so with a lot of motion and as the flying cellulite begins to settle she informs Renee that the closest place for that particular occupation is in Georgia.
Knowing that Renee is much to kind to say, “Then why don’t you get your fat ass on a bus and go to Georgia,” I scream “Look manatees!”
As a jiggling pair of red and white shorts runs to the seawall, I reach for Renee’s arm and back us into the crowd, before the conversation turns to foreign affairs.
The Northern Neck is looking better all the time.
