Ugh, getting up at 3:30 in the morning to go stand in a really big parking lot a.k.a the toronto food terminal a.k.a the market is not my idea of a fun Saturday morning. I was there selling flowers for my parents. The market is very multicultural with every race trying to ripe each other off to get the best bargain. The most amusing are the (fat) European men who try to be funny with their comments but mostly scare people.



I did get to hold lots of money, when I said I wanted a 10% cut I was denied. Apparently I am not worth as much as I think.



I also sharpened my bargaining skills. No one gets one over on me...