About 3 p.m. as we were packing up, one of the vendors across the aisle wandered over to applaud our initiative. I smiled when he mentioned that he was glad we were packing up, so the rest of the vendors would get the hint.
“Hey!” The vendor responded with mock surprise. “That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile all day!”
“Whatever!” I returned, laughing at such a ludicrous statement.
I knew it wasn’t true. I had spent the last 10 hours smiling nearly non-stop.
Smiling is one of the best tools for a vendor at a big city farmers market. The aisles at such a market are so wide that you can get caught up in the people flow and just brush by most of the booths.
If I was not helping a customer sack up their purchases, I felt it my duty to pull in customers so we wouldn’t have a lot of leftover baked goods. I would look out into the river of shoppers swishing down the walkway, make eye contact and give a genuine smile.
If they were within ten feet, I would also make sure I greeted them. Being recognized as an individual in a public space in the city is rare.
Whether they had already intended to stop, I don’t know, but quite often, after being smiled at, the pedestrians would make their way over to our display.
It is my belief that it always pays to smile genuinely. It’s really not that hard to smile at random people because, generally speaking, people are an amusing study.
Market is a lot like dressing chickens; both places you spend ten hours standing on concrete. I returned home at 4:30 p.m. One of the benefits of attending market is that you get first dibs on the leftovers. I selected several loaves of bread and a baby raspberry pie, but I didn’t eat any for supper. I had just spent an entire day looking at these products, I didn’t want them on my supper plate!