Well, the flea market endeavor wasn't something I'd do every week, but it sure was interesting. The two tables I expected someone to nab immediately came home with me. However, pretty much everything else (box o' comix, costume jewelry, various foofy items, crappy books) sold at low, low prices. After about 3 hours, I was making deals left & right. I made some ching, spent some on two pieces of furniture, paid for my half of the space and went home with enough to pay for my fab new haircut & have some leftover. Not too bad, but all in all, it paid less than my day job.
It was kind of interesting to be on the other side of the tables, too- two women bought some of the jewelry and had the air that they just screwed me out of a chunk of change. Yeah- it's crap costume jewelry, ladies, really, it is. I know my cheap jewelry.
The wait in line before being allowed in was an eye-opener: vendors get out of their vehicles & start sniffing around everyone else's junque before we even got in the gates- it completely reminded me of going to a safari where all sorts of dangerous animals are wandering around your car while you're in danger of suffocating because you're not supposed to open the windows more than 1/2 an inch. That's the most dangerous part of those safaris....anyway, no one was mauled, so that was good.
I would consider doing this once a year and best with someone else so you have a diverse amount of stuph for people to look at and some company. I could have made a killing if I had brought the contents of the tiki room, but J10X only found more to add to it....