Shank a Bitch

Today I went to the fleamarket.

I got in a pissing match immediately. An older woman asked about a doll and grabbed it off the table. While she held the doll, she examined a baggie full of silverware thoroughly while she dangled a lit cigarette over some vintage crochet books and then asked to see a plate I had back near me. I hand her the plate and she hands me $2 for the plate and the doll, then she says she wants the other two plates and that she only owes me $1 because she "already paid for the doll" I show her the $2 and say you paid for the doll and that plate. She insists she only owes me a $1 so I just say fuck it and give her the fuckin' doll for free.

Later, I see that she has set up a table in the row directly behind us and stuck the free fuckin' doll on her table for sale. Bitch. I should have gone up to her table, grabbed the doll, and insisted that I already paid and brought it back to my fuckin' table.

The past few days I've been wheeling and dealing my stupid pony overflow. Most people are considerate and pay what I ask. A few asked for a trade, and that was fine, I have g1s and I like g3s and nobody else does, so I usually get what I want.

I work out a trade with this one bitch for a pony. She always takes two days to reply to any message so this has been ongoing for about a week. First she didn't want to pay the $10 I wanted, she wanted to trade. Okay. I peruse her trade bait and pick one, pony for pony, okay. Her pony is worth about what mine is. Now suddenly today she decides she wants ANOTHER pony because hers is "rare". Bitch, mine is a near-mint not that common g1, yours is a kinda sought after g3. I am about ready to shank-a-bitch.