To the Saturday morning market-goers, we know its a cutthroat world out there when youre trying to scoop that last piece of baby bok choy, but while youre espousing your free trade and buy local rhetoric could you at least pick up after yourselves. And while youre getting off your high horse, could you move your picnic off the stairssome of us actually have to use them for walking on.
—Mr. K
This article appears in Feb 5-11, 2009.
What the fuck is with those fuckers on the stairs?
I get the majority of my meats at the market but I hate going there so much I try to get at least a months worth of shit, and it ain’t to save the enviroment by using my car too much to drive down there, its to avoid all those fuckers. Between the rich southenders and the ‘poor’ hippy kids who don’t wash the whole place is a shit show. I honestly don’t know whats worst: the off-key buskers around every corner or some fucker with a backpack baby who knocks into everyone when he goes to turn around.
They don’t call me cranky for nothing.
You just described all the reasons why I love the market. That’s what makes it what it is; just a jumble of everybody all in one wonky little space. I think it would be better for everyone if you justg stopped going. You’re a barer of bad energy.
Best bitch of the year! Absolutely, the place is full of pretentious yuppie granola types, clueless kids who think they are saving the planet, and old farts who are spending their kids’ inheritances on overpriced tea cozies and organic pepperoni. The buskers need to get booted the hell out of the place too. The stair-dwellers are those who think that since they pay big money for their food they can eat it wherever the hell they want. Typical of so many of the “do as I say, not as I do” types in this town who have no hesitation telling YOu how to live your life, screaming that YOU are doing something disastrous that will undoubtedly doom the the rest of us, while they go around polluting the air with their woodstoves and breeding rats in their compost piles.
Fucking A, Keith. You know that if we were walking in to get seated at Neptune and I just stopped. You know totally stopped while the line was moving to chat with some person I knew, with 50 people behind me, some pompous fucker would freak out. At the market, this happens every 20 fucking feat.
I think its best immediately after x-mas. Leading up to x-mas everyone is getting their knicknacks and other dust collectors or craft presents by the armload but they all disappear right after. Its almost pleasent for a while.
Lese- stick your chi up your ass.
I’m so glad I’m not the only one. If one more person stops dead in front of me to reconnect with a long-lost chum, I may just haul off and clock the ignorant fucker. It’s absolutely mind-boggling why people don’t get basic traffic management. I swear my blood pressure rises to dangerous levels everytime I have to buy apples!
I’ll be so glad when the market moves to Pier 20, if I’m even still in the city to see it.
If I didn’t work in the building, I’d never go.
“MOVE OUTTA MY WAY!!!”
The worst is when you’re there for something specific, not just to wander around. I can never find anything the place is such a maze, so I’m rushing around looking for certin stores or things, completely lost and late, and you get stuck in a corner because there are so many people just hanging about.
I like the idea of the market, it just needs to be easier to navigate, and maybe if it were all week long, we wouldn’t have as many people all in one day, and the socializers could pick a day and the rest of us would have the rest of the week to shop.
What I’m going to get is always in the same place but it means covering pretty much the entire market. 3 or 4 ‘buskers’, stair people, traffic talkers, parades of kids, and too close a proximity to greasy hair kid who needs a shower. If the stuff I wanted was a Sobeys I’d go there. Be a shorter drive, too.
I feel really sorry for the people that have to work in the Keiths store and on the Brewery Tour. They have to weave their way through the neo-hippy kids and their pow wows…so sad. They don’t even move when the tours are going on, show some respect for the ppl that have to work there.
I feel really sorry for the people that have to work in the Keiths store and on the Brewery Tour. They have to weave their way through the neo-hippy kids and their pow wows…so sad. They don’t even move when the tours are going on, show some respect for the ppl that have to work there.
I thought this had already moved!
shows how often I go, I suppose.
I like getting food here and there to eat but there really isn’t a ‘food court’ or picnic tables to speak of so stairs are the closest thing to a table. Not saying it’s right, just the only accommodations one can find.
they sell good things there (Gouda Man for example) but it’s for all the reasons listed that I can’t bear to get down there regularly. I’m fairly wide-shouldered and am not meant for those tiny hallways.