To Market

Growing up, we spent many a Saturday at local flea markets where my mom was an expert at spotting a deal. My dad worked two jobs. My mom worked during the day and went to school at night, earning her teaching certification. They worked hard, were paid little, and managed to stretch it as far as possible.

I was surprised today by how many kids didn't know what a flea market was. Maybe flea markets are dying venues. Maybe we just live in a more affluent area. I'm not sure which. Today's joke took a lot of explanation though.