Choose any of these login options:

Do you know my husband?

Living in a rural community has a laundry list of pros and cons.  On the pro side, it’s a three-minute drive to the post office, and I have never had to wait in line for more than five minutes, and that was at Christmas.  When you’re out on the road, everyone waves.  I love that.  On the con side, everyone knows you.  Or your husband. 

In Hubster’s job, he deals with a lot of people in a two-county area.  Square-mile-wise that’s about 13,500.  That’s a lot of territory and a lot of people.  We literally cannot go anywhere that he doesn’t run across someone he knows.  We could be at the end of a 30-mile-long dirt road, on a mountain top on the other side of the Continental Divide, and someone would come along that he knows.  That’s not an entirely bad thing, especially if you are stuck in the mud on said mountain top with no cell service, but it does present me with a few challenges. 

On occasion, Hubster will have to make a work run out to the wild west on a Saturday or Sunday, and we will take our personal car so I can go with him.  Once in a while, we will run across a community flea market or rummage sale and, since he is just as enthused about prowling around in miscellaneous junk as I am, we will stop.  And it never fails.  Immediately, several people will recognize him and come over to shake his hand, give him a hug, and visit.  Ugh. 

Now, please don’t get wrong.  I am not anti-social, and I love a good gab-fest.  But this particular situation is one that makes me grit my teeth.  Why, you ask?  Because then I feel obligated.  Obligated to look at whatever they’re selling, whether I’m interested or not, obligated to make the appropriate clucking noises and nod my head while they’re telling me all about it, and obligated to buy something from them WITHOUT haggling.  Aaaaaawkward. 

Personally, I could take a few hits to my reputation and not sweat it much, but any perceived bad behavior on my part would reflect badly on the Hubster, and that would just be bad.  And who needs more bad mojo, right? 

At the last community flea market we happened upon, (I kid you not, at a place on the other side of the Continental Divide called “Top of the World”) there were only two ladies there selling stuff.  Hubster knew them both.  Yep.  I bought stuff from both of them.  I actually walked away from the first one, because she didn’t have anything I was all that wild about.  But, wouldn’t you know it?  She chased me down and offered me a killer deal.  At that point, my Southern Belle upbringing kicked in, and I couldn’t say no.  It would have been too rude.  *sigh* 

So, from now on, I’m going to hang my head out the window and yell, “Do you know my husband?!” before I even get out of the car. 

Thank you for stopping by and reading my blog and sharing your comments with me. If you also liked what you read, please share it with a friend. Thank you.

share on: Share it! Tweet it! Stumble it! Digg it! Email it!  |  Permalink  |  Desert Belle in Uncategorized | 12 Comments
Reader Comments  (12)

no photo
MsVickie | June 19th 2012 at 1340142260

lol...I had to chuckle... Reminds me of a friend who has a million coffee cups, because she says she feels weird leaving a yard-sale without buying something, so she always buys a coffee cup, LOL
Donna's Stuff & More
Donna's Stuff & More | June 19th 2012 at 1340143296

Love it! Congratulations on your first blog! ;D
Royal Presence
Royal Presence | June 19th 2012 at 1340143432

Cute! Glad your husband is so popular :-) But, I know what you mean. I just go into a store to find something and if I don't find what I want, I usually buy a little trinket. I do understand. Nice post!
Desert Belle
Desert Belle | June 20th 2012 at 1340200058 - in reply to DonnasStuffMore

Thank you, Donna! :))
Desert Belle
Desert Belle | June 20th 2012 at 1340200273 - in reply to RoyalPresence

I do the same thing. Yeah, we're going to "trinket" ourselves right onto Hoarders! Thanks for stopping by. :))
BeewitchingItems | June 20th 2012 at 1340221201

I love this and feel for you! Thank you for making me smile
Desert Belle
Desert Belle | June 20th 2012 at 1340223564 - in reply to BeewitchingItems

Thank you, Miss June. *curtsy* :)) | June 22nd 2012 at 1340367266

Gave me a chuckle first thing this morning. Be happy your husband is as excited about "stuff" as you. And that he knows "everybody". Someone will save you a treasure.

Then there is my sister . . . "Yard sales/flea markets bore me. I've never found anything at one." Twit. She has never understood the concept of "if you don't look, you ain't gonna find it!"

Nice post. Happy sales.
RedHeadedGypsy | June 22nd 2012 at 1340390480

Also, you're really blessed to even have flea markets. Many have gone out of biz. In my area they have been regulated out of biz. Only one survives because the owner has friends in high places and unfortunately it's not a very good flea market either.
 | June 22nd 2012 at 1340395837

Cute Blog! Made me laugh! :D
Desert Belle
Desert Belle | June 23rd 2012 at 1340457484

Yes, I am extremely lucky to have found someone who shares my love of dust. He also comes in quite handy when I'm digging in a box, because it seems there is never any place to park my finds while I continue bird-dogging to the bottom of it. ;)
Desert Belle
Desert Belle | June 23rd 2012 at 1340457916

We only have one small organized flea market here in town, and it only happens on Friday. I have no idea why. The best ones are the community flea markets and festivals which happen in far-flung, small villages and towns out in the mountains. I will have to take pics of the next one we happen across and do a post about them. Yes, Virginia, there are still places where horse-shoe throwing, 3-legged races, pie baking contests, and horned toad races are taken quite seriously.

Post a Comment
Reputation: 179 (100.0%)
Social Influence:  
Member Since:  Dec 2011
Last activity: 3/08/18, 2:58 pm
Blog Categories