“I must have got the wrong day. I thought the market was Thursday. Now I'm here with nothing to do.”
It was a beautiful fresh spring morning.
John decided that the best thing to do was to sit on the nearby bench and watch the world go by. He had brought a flask with him and therefore he was able to make a much needed coffee.
“I could sit here all morning.”
Then he noticed that there were some stalls set up after all. John decided to take a look.
“A hot dog stand,” he said to the vendor, “but why have you got a pig chained to the frame. Are these hot dogs that fresh?”
“No, he's my pet pig,” replied the vendor. “Say hello, he's really very friendly.”
“Doesn't he get distressed with you selling hot dogs?” asked John.
“I wouldn't know, I've never asked him,” replied the vendor. “Unfortunately, pigs do not possess the ability to talk. Would you like a hot dog?”
“No.”
John is,beginning to think this is a very strange place. He decides to see what else is on offer.
“Yellow snooker balls,” shouted another vendor. “Come and get your yellow snooker balls.”
“Why would I want a yellow snooker ball?” asked John.
“Because it is nice and shiny and very yellow,” said the vendor. “And it is very cheap.”
John needs to ask a question.
“How is business?”
“Could be better,” replied the vendor.
John wants to be sarcastic.
“Because today there will be lots of people who have a snooker table in their house and are missing the yellow ball.”
“There's no need to be sarcastic,” said the vendor. “You never know what will happen.”
“How much for your snooker balls?” asked a man in a fluorescent yellow jacket.
“50p each,” said the vendor.
“I'll take the lot,” said the man.
“You see,” said the vendor. “Don't assume anything.”
John then asks the customer, “why do you need all those snooker balls?”
“None of your business,” replied the man in a threatening tone.
“This does not feel real,” thought John to himself. “This is a town of very crazy people. I’m going to finish my coffee.”
…. and then they were gone. The market square was empty, just like when John poured out his coffee.
“It can’t get any stranger tomorrow for the real thing,” thought John. “Surely not.”
He got home later that day and switched on the radio, just in time for the local news headlines.
“Police are looking for a man who broke into a factory during the night. Over a hundred yellow bath bombs were stolen.”
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