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Last week, on a particularly bad day, I told Peter that skipping one Tuesday market at Lincoln Square would be like getting an entire week off. The haggling and tight quarters get to me. I left a voice mail for Peter: “Hey, I just wanted to say that I fucking hate this market right now and also do you think the cups to sample cider are on the truck somewhere or did you take them off?”
We arrange the apples from tart to sweet. What if ONE OF THE APPLES WERE OUT OF SEQUENCE? Some of the apples look quite similar. What if someone thought they were purchasing a Golden Delicious and they instead PURCHASED A GOLDEN SUPREME? The other guys are newer and aren’t going to be as familiar with what we grow as I am. What if a customer asked if we grew a certain kind of apple AND THEY DIDN’T KNOW THE ANSWER?
Growing Power sells at the Green City Market with us and I’ve met Will. Hearing that Will got this money made me really happy. Even happier than having a day off on which I had to wake up at 4:30 to work.
