Flea Markets Puns

I tell them the answer is simple...Toboggan!

I thought hmmm.... that’s bazaar.

I told her careful it might be a sham

So my dad excitedly hands me an old bottle from the 20s or 30s and says "Look, Great Drepression glass!" I hold it up a little higher and even more excitedly say "Wow! I feel sad already!"

My dad and I have been going to flea markets since I was little. For years, one of his favorite things to do is wait until we get into a decently sized crowd of people, fart loudly, and then exclaim "Son!" while stepping away from me.

My dad spots the sign and goes: "They say that, but they never sell any fleas there.."

I was in the car with my two cousins, and I just couldn't stop giggling like a schoolgirl...

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So My Cat Had A Bug In Him And I Asked Him Where He Got It And He Said The Flea Market!

They're calling it the Flea Market

He said, “You’re telling me a flea runs this market?!”

The flea market

At the PAWn shop

Alternatively: The FLEA market

Flea market

I just remembered a story about my dad from when I was a kid and figured you guys would appreciate it.

We were on a vacation/road trip. My mom wanted to stop at some big flea market on our way out. My sister and I had never been to a flea market before. My dad knew we didn't know what to expect. When we arrived my dad told us to stand outside the car before we went in. He walked over to us and told us to lift our arms. He brought out some bug spray. He sprayed our arms and legs. My sister and I had no idea what was going on. He looked at us, completely serious, "for the fleas", he says. Never laughed or mentioned it again.

So my brother in law goes shopping with his future father in law, and the future father in law (FFIL?) buys a used putter at a flea market.

My wife: "why'd he buy a putter?"

My bro in law: "He's having a snake problem. The idea is to get the snakes around the end of the putter."

My wife: "What are you supposed to do once you have a snake on a putter?"

Me: "Try to put a hole in one."

Background: My SO and I were at a flea market in LA the other day where there were food trucks scattered about. The one we chose to eat at specialized in grilled cheese (my favorite food). They had a sign saying they would cater special events... I asked how far of a radius they would travel. Cheese Griller: We actually have a few trucks between here and Texas. Me: None in North Carolina? Cheese Griller: Nope. Me: Well... are you looking for any francheesors?

SO immediately disowned me and walked away.

About 5 years ago my dad seen a fellow vendor at a flea market with a monkey wearing a diaper on her shoulder. My dad says , " Ma'am , that's a ugly baby you have." For 5 years and counting the lady hasn't brought her monkey back and gives him a "go to hell look" every sunday.