The smell of popcorn, burned hot dogs and sweat invaded his nostrils as Jason pushed his way down Fuller Street, past vegetable carts, homemade pie stands and the booth with carved wooden bears holding ‘Welcome signs’. He weaved around baby strollers and people who thought it a good idea to bring their dogs for a walk through the shoulder to shoulder traffic. He entered through the back of the jewelry stand and sat down at the table.
“How’d we do?” Sheila asked.
“Pretty good shopping day” he told his girlfriend as he emptied the wallets and watches from his pockets.