Flea Markets and the Wares Which are Hocked

Something I wrote back in 2009:

Saturday myself, Jessica and my mother in law Robin went to Smiley's flea market in Macon. I love flea markets, they offer such a wide variety of items, used golf clubs, to new underwear to watermelons and puppies, whatever you need it's there. 

As we're walking along I look up and notice a hair salon right there it the middle of the fleas that are being marketed. I made the comment "Yep, that's what I want to get from Smiley's is a hair cut!" Now I understand that you can get everything at a flea market, but a hair cut from a sweaty Mexican guy?? Please tell me folks don't actually do that. Lo and behold this particular hair salon was slap full of people, and not only people of the Mexican persuasion, whites, blacks and hispanics all joined in perfect harmony sitting in Pablo's Cuts! Who would have thought a flea market barber shop would be the cure to racism in the south? 

As we're laughing and talking about this salon we come around a bend in the aisle and you'll never guess what mine eyes beholden. What you ask? A TATTOO PARLOR, yes you heard right. Rico's Ink to be exact! Now I would be a little terrified of getting my hair cut from Pablo, but ink from his first cousin Rico? Paleeeeese! Please dear Lord tell me there are not people in here! Well looky looky, low and behold this establishment is slap full too! I again make the comment "Yep, that's what I want to get from the flea market is a tattoo!" My goodness people, a tattoo from a sweaty Mexican named Rico? That is unbelievable, but here they are, lined up like flea market tattoos are going out of style. I had to stop as Jess and her mom walked on and look at Rico the Amazing's work. Dang this guy ain't bad....Dang, this guy is pretty good. Right there in a frame is his diploma from some tattoo school, here is his health certificate from the city of Macon. Man, maybe tattoos at the flea market ain't such a bad idea after all. 

And that my dear friends is how I came home with the burrito inked on my right thigh with a rosary around it........