Flea Market Extravaganza!
so i can finally leave savannah now and feel that my time spent here is complete. I speaking of course, of doing that one thing in savannah that all locals do...that is...go to Kellers Flea Market.
I had always heard fabled stories of this far off place. I've heard sories of it's wonders and treasures, of it's guns, knives, blets, velvet paintings and dogs that you can get for good, cheap prices.
I went in search of the Magic Box. (The Magic Box was once used to jump my car when the batteries had died. I was amazed by the box as I had never seen such an item before. I inquired to the owner of the magic box..."where did you get this at?" To which he replied...the flea market.)
Since that time, I have been looking for the magic box everywhere else, but never have I seen it or anything similar.
So, Sat I set forth to the farthest reaches of Southside. I got lost, but then I saw the long string of cars ahead which I knew could only mean one thing...BARGAINS!!!
After parking my car, I walked over to the behomuth stands stretching as far as the eye could see. In fact, I even ran into someone I knew. I told her that this was my first time here...she looked around me and whispered..."did you come here by yourself?" To which I warily replied that I had...and she warned me to be careful. Apparently, you never know what type of people are hunting for bargains at flea markets."
I took her advice and looking over my shoulder at the people trying to sell me real fake crocodile shoes, I came across the stand. The stand with the man that sold the magic box. I inquired about the box...it was the exact same Magic Box that the other man had had so many months ago. At last, after searching several states over, I finally found the Magic Box! I handed the man $30 cash and walked back to my car.
That was my flea market story and the story of how I found the Magic Box. When I got home I took a shower.
I had always heard fabled stories of this far off place. I've heard sories of it's wonders and treasures, of it's guns, knives, blets, velvet paintings and dogs that you can get for good, cheap prices.
I went in search of the Magic Box. (The Magic Box was once used to jump my car when the batteries had died. I was amazed by the box as I had never seen such an item before. I inquired to the owner of the magic box..."where did you get this at?" To which he replied...the flea market.)
Since that time, I have been looking for the magic box everywhere else, but never have I seen it or anything similar.
So, Sat I set forth to the farthest reaches of Southside. I got lost, but then I saw the long string of cars ahead which I knew could only mean one thing...BARGAINS!!!
After parking my car, I walked over to the behomuth stands stretching as far as the eye could see. In fact, I even ran into someone I knew. I told her that this was my first time here...she looked around me and whispered..."did you come here by yourself?" To which I warily replied that I had...and she warned me to be careful. Apparently, you never know what type of people are hunting for bargains at flea markets."
I took her advice and looking over my shoulder at the people trying to sell me real fake crocodile shoes, I came across the stand. The stand with the man that sold the magic box. I inquired about the box...it was the exact same Magic Box that the other man had had so many months ago. At last, after searching several states over, I finally found the Magic Box! I handed the man $30 cash and walked back to my car.
That was my flea market story and the story of how I found the Magic Box. When I got home I took a shower.