Crunchtime at the Market

May 1 already. It's a great time for food lovers, spring. Take a walk through the Farmer's Market and there's no way you can leave without being inspired to go home and start cooking. Unless, of course, you can't cook because there are so many people that you couldn't wait three hours at each vendor and that woman ran into your achille's tendon with her babystroller so many times that you're sure it's severed and the violinist from the wandering classical quartet put your eye out with his bow and by the time you got to the wine vendors you were in so much misery you drank what you bought in one gulp straight from the bottle while the wine afficionados looked on aghast but you just didn't care because not only were you feeling wretched what the the poked out eye and cut tendon and all but you needed something to wash down all the chocolates you inhaled because you couldn't find your way to an exit and thought you might die of starvation.
Yeah, it could happen.