It took just ten seconds to ruin my day and make me wish I had never come to Rivers.
The manager of the Rivers Co-op told me there was no room for my table so I would have to station myself outside. I was counting on having a place inside to put the table. The prospect of having eight hours outside put me in a bad mood. I was freezing my ass off after half an hour outside. The wind broke my money box and sign. Passersby wondered why I wasn’t inside. I put on more layers and thicker pants but still it wasn’t enough.
I survived. I did deliver my lines without too much bitterness I raised enough money. I did take some photos:
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