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We went to the Farmers Market at Frankford and Ryan today. I want to support it, I have big hopes for it, but it seemed smaller than when we were there last time. In fairness, rain was in the forecast.

What really bothered me though was the honey guy. He had this small stall you had to step into to buy honey and not only did he stand in the way, blocking me from entering his stall, but he gave me the history of honey and its health benefits and he wouldn't shut up.

And keep in mind I had surgery on my balls only two days earlier and the doctor said, whatever you do, don't walk to the farmers market, but I did, and I was smarting!

I'm trying to ignore him the best I can and he's telling me how cranberry honey builds up immunity to allergies. I was rude enough to turn my back on him and look at the honey on the shelves, but not quite rude enough to say, "Shut up, I'm shopping."

He was the used car salesmen of honey.