Today I was still an invalid in bed, but since it was Saturday I found myself thinking about Saturday things and what I would probably be doing if I wasn't still sick. Most likely I would've walked around town and down to the park, which would probably have taken me past the local market. And this got me to remembering one of my first and most favorite market experiences, and I rummaged through my old journals so I could laugh about it again.
7/4/09
"Today I went to the market because I needed to buy jeans. We ended up at this one place, and before I knew it I found myself being shoved into an approximately 4x4 ft 'fitting room', surprised to find another girl in there already. In a matter of seconds, there I was, taking off my pants with the street fully visible. It was SO hot out, and about 20 degrees more stifling in that oven of a dressing room. So there I was, sweaty and naked thigh to thigh with some stranger, trying to get those pants on as fast as I could. I took a second to glance over at that poor girl next to me, and she was terrified which was funny, but I didn't laugh. My friend peeked in and asked how it was going. I think I had some sort of desperate look in my eyes, and I didn't respond. In that moment I already knew the situation was way too stressful for me to make any sort of decision about buying pants. I just needed to get my own clothes back on and find some oxygen. I finally stumbled out, gasping for air, and wasn't even 50 yards away when another vendor approached me asking 'Do you need to buy pants?' I thought to myself, 'How would you ever know that?! Glad you and everyone else got to see me trying on those other ones.'"
And yet, I am still one of the market's biggest fans.
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