Today I have been called "baby" by the same male customer at least three times, had a customer come in with almost literally a junk shop attached to his vest (it must have weighted at least ten pounds), seen a cute family suburban with "MN or bust" and Minnesota Bound" written on the windows in florescent orange, a 12 foot tall muscle truck with an obnoxious horn, a variety of flashy motorcycles, a few groups of Hooters girls walk by, countless people of all shapes and sizes (and many with very interesting wardrobe choices), and spent a few hours observing the mischief at FlirtCatalog.com's store. That "mischief" mainly includes beautiful teenage girls in short dresses with plunging necklines standing outside the store to lure buyers in and take pictures with old men. You might think that that would conjure up a judging fest from me. Mostly I feel sad about the lies they are promoting and believing and I pray for them.
I also had the excitement of seeing a man walking his dog which was carrying a cat which was carrying a mouse on its(their) back(s). I guess he walks around during the rally and takes donations to feed his pets:
I would say that the majority of people walking the streets are from 40 to 70 years of age except the teens and twenty-somethings hired for out-of-state vending and the few children attached to their parents.
At present, the mood of Main Street is set by the blaring music produced by the Knuckle Saloon's radio station from speakers set on the tops of buildings and the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang grumble of posses of motorcycles as they macho-ly roll through the stop signs with a formidable look set on their faces. Tomorrow the street will be off limits to cars and only bikes with rule the street.
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