Market Day Recount

The palms of my hands started to sweat while I was trying to think staight. Middle kids started pushing their way towards the long table in front of me. A girl began to slide her way easily across the ingrediants then before I knew it she was saying " Tomatoe sause please". Picking the slippery bottle I squirted a miniature spiral on the bun. Smooth! I hoped it would keep on going like that! The smell of food and drinks filled my lungs and I knew it was going to be a long day.