I get anxiety going to these flea markets.
For starters, I would like to support a struggling business and some vendors may not get any customers all day and there you go, looking through their stuff and not buying anything. It just breaks my heart. I just can't buy for the sake of buying to help support too ya know? There are too many of you starving vendors out there.
Plus, this next one has got to be a reason behind my anxiety. When I was just a kid, I saw how my dad be price bargaining at the flea market. So daddy gave me $5 to go buy some stuff. I tried to bargain for this one item and as a newbie doing it, my tone of voice was not all that too demanding or strong so the vendor's owners were all laughing at my azz. After that day, it just builds my character even further and I took sales and marketing jobs while doing lots of training on the power of sales and how to get people to listen to you and buy stuff from you. It is like, give me anything and I will sell it.
But anyways, I was tormented by these curry dudes and they all took turns laughing at my azz. Try to clown a kid and you may have created a monster by shaping his life. He may want to revenge his frustration. Thus why I get flashbacks and anxiety when I stroll through them flea markets. I'll low ball you on purpose so you can laugh at me and see what I'll do to ya. In sales, they say that you can't sell to another sale's person thus why when I help someone buy's a brand new car, them sales guy are fearful of me. I'll even tell them what their intentions are and to them, that is really frighten them. Even the finance manager can't even sell me them floor mats.
anyways, I'm thinking about hitting our local flea market to go find them curry dudes that embarrassed me when I was younger.