Unfortunately, we didn't scotch tape the booth's banner that well, so the top part of the tarp was slooping down enough to cover the word "Citrus". We ended up looking for an imaginary competitor when my friends were saying on how they liked "Chill" so much. We also had a malfunctioning blender (again), so we made do with a rusted hammer. When the order came in, I would take a block of ice behind the trees and fucking hammer that shit like I was Michelangelo. The crumbly ice bits would be small enough for our haphazard blender to do a decent job. Crumbly ice bits with some hammer rust, banana, sugar and milk all blended into Citrus Chill's non-citrus Banana shake.
We did good enough for a day's work. Waiting for customers.
For 5 hours a day, you start to notice things, you make friends with your fellow vendors and you eventually buy your own shit to pass the time. I had two banana shakes. Rust crust and all.
What I noticed about all the products out here, was the fact that these vendors tried so hard to be revolutionary, but lacked the marketing to make people want to try it out. The world is full of these "this is gonna be the biggest thing out there!!" wannabes. Tofu cookies, some wanton noodles that had some healthy ingredients, Camote chips... all that. I'm not a critic, and yet I'll still admit they're good. But not everyone saw the need to buy it. Normal shoppers would say...
"Oh that's nice, the world could use some more of those"
"Wow... that's a great use for those things"
"Meron palang ganun?... ang galing naman!!"
...and then just walk away. They play you and they walk away. So this is what bazaar peeps feel like.
It's apparent that none of us in this array of stalls will be the next Steve Jobs, tofu cookies be damned. What a sad bunch we look. At least I have comics to pass the time. That'll do for now.
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