
Every Saturday, in a high school parking lot near my apartment, there is an open-air market that is pretty amazing in this day and age of big-box, mega-mall consumerism. The market consists of almost 100 tents and stalls selling just about anything you can buy at Target. Gallon of Clorox? Check. Car floor mats? Check. Levis jeans? Check. Radio-controlled toy car? Check. New toilet seats? Check. All the stuff is brand new, in its original packaging. Almost all of the vendors and shoppers seemed to be of some flavor of ethnic minority, recent immigrants to the Hyattsville, MD area which is a real-life melting pot at least in terms of Latin American and African immigrants. The market is very much a social event, with many folks hanging out in the shade and talking as much as they are shopping. I imagine that many of these people are used to shopping in markets like this back in their home countries, most of which are probably under-developed nations that have not been swamped by consumer-capitalism. It is very interesting to experience, and the prices are pretty good too. I bought 12 pairs of socks (Amrican Spiirit [sic] brand) from a Vietnamese vendor for eight bucks.