Funky Flea

Ivy, the indomitable decided we just had to go to the Dollar General in the little village I live near. She’s outta chocolate, I guess.

“Hey”, sez I, “there’s that new Flea market opened up, we’ll hit that too!”

Yay! I like a flea market, better than about anything.
Any place named Funky Flea needs to be visited at least once.
We’re all a’dither. As Ivy drives in her meandering, punishing slow way. I swear I could’ve walked it faster.
She says we’ll go to the dollar store first. Oh, Noooooo. We flea-ing first. I veto her suggestion.

Well, crap. We get there. No lights. No ringy dingy door tinkle. No lively clerk welcoming us in. No go.
Closed. I peer in the window. I see a cat lying on the counter. Yeah. I’m gonna like this place.

Disappointed, we were getting in the car and a truck with Police insignia on the side pulls up behind and hollered what we were doing? Oops. I clam up. I can’t talk. I’m signing and Ivy says we were looking to go in.
He helpfully tells us they’re closed afternoons, except Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
“Yeah, sez Ivy, we read the sign”
I think she sounded smart alecky. I think Small town, part time, power hardy cop thought that, as well.
Luckily she wasn’t tazed and hauled to…wait …there ain’t no jail here. To, umm, wherever. Maybe run outta town.
I further think Ivy was mad as hell. She had a certain look on her face. I’ve seen that look before.

I wisely decided not to tell her if she drove faster we might’ve made it to the Funky Flea today. Yeah, I think I made a good choice, since the dollar store didn’t have her chocolate.

I am slightly disappointed this story didn’t involve an actual flea.

There is a cat. So there could be fleas. :blush:

More likely if there’s a dog. Especially if a ukulele is involved.

I was expecting it to involve the Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist.

This place is sounding more interesting by the hour.
I will visit soon.

I’m interested in the Funky Flea, but I don’t get the ukulele reference.

There’s an long-standing mnemonic for tuning a ukulele, which features singing the phrase “My dog has fleas.”

Thank you.

I dunno Beck….i’d Flea with you and Ivy all day, everyday.

Whole lotta nap time breaking up that action

Nap time is dream time😊

I’m sure that you’ll find a '60s discotheque, where they dance the Twist, the Mashed Potato, the Batusi … and the Funky Flea, of course.

So, I understand you went today? No update?

Bought a incense burner.

Now I’m having second thoughts. I don’t really like the smell of most incense. But it’s cute.

Someone may have a special gift this Christmas :blush:

Remarkable for a Blond. :laughing:

Even better! Nirvana and flea’in!