Experienced shoppers push around carts to hold their purchased loot. I've always been anti-cart and anti-purse, so I just mooch off of other people's carts and purses. It works well for me.
You can buy just about anything in Canton at the world's largest flea market/trade days thingy. I don't really know what the official name of it is, but it's big. It's 200 acres of objects, things and stuff.
Including soup and dip mixes. Soup is on the left, dip is on the right. HAHA, I crack myself up.
Like I said, you see a little bit of everything here.
Perhaps the most intriguing thing about the Canton Trade Days/Flea Market Extravaganza is the obvious social divider that exists there. The divider is essentially a creek - in true flea market fashion.
On one side of the creek exists aisles and aisles of shopping opportunities for finely made items, such as furniture, clothing, holiday decor, guitars, baked potatoes, candles, etc.
On the other side of the creek, there's basically aisles and aisles of crap no one uses anymore, such as 1964 LIFE magazines, army clothes, beer signs, sweaty cowboy hats, stolen road signs, empty Coca-Cola bottles, etc. You see things like this:
And this:
This is a man too lazy to walk, so he's catching a ride on a self-made trailer with a metal folding chair while being pulled by his presumed wife on a motorized cart. This was obviously my favorite site while in Canton.
I should also take this opportunity to say that I nearly got pounded by a dude on a motorized cart. With all due respect to veterans, I think he spent some time in Vietnam. He overheard me make a remark about the carts people were pushing around and their resemblance to tools used by homeless people (truly just an observation and that was not intended to offend anyone who uses them) and, to make a long story short, I thought Dad was going to have to defend my honor by preventing the man from running me over in his HoverRound.
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