Flea Market agony

My mother and I decided to go to the nearby flea market Saturday. If I'd know how it would turn out, I would have just stayed home. Not only did I eat every single carny food known to man, I didnt buy one damn thing while I was there. Here is a quick recap of my adventure.

-parked a mile away
-walked a mile to first food vendor
-ate a pork sandwich and a tea
-walked and looked at more junk
-ordered a bloomin onion and ate the majority by myself
-walked another mile
-ate a huge smoked turkey leg and another tea
-walked another mile
-ate a bowl of "homeade icecream"
-walked another mile lookin for a portapotty
-found portapotty and went.... reluctantly
-walked to car and went home.

I felt like a huge pile of grease when I left. I was soo miserable. The really weird thing was the turkey leg. No matter how many bites I took, it never seemed to get smaller. And it was rather heavy. The bloomin onion was awesome, but the icecream tasted like bad coffee. The portapotty was completely disgusting and I wished after, that I would have just peed down my leg instead, as it would have been more sanitary. I actually walked behind a food vendors table and told them I was gonna wash my hands. They just said ok. I think they knew that I would freak out if they argued about it. Anyway, the moral of the story is.....

If you're going to the flea market, just stick to buying the fleas.