Alright just a very short write-up about this weird thing I experienced. This Saturday I went to a fish market near me (a traditional market, not the supermarket kind of market) to pick up some fishes. This isn’t my first time, in fact I’ve been doing this routine for years anywhere between once or twice every month.
I walked up to my regular guy. He sells smaller fishes, we’re talking like salmons, sardines, and the likes. We both know each other very well as we’ve been doing business for years. It was simple, you pick which fish you want from the rack, he would pick them up, wrap the fish in some papers and plastic bag, and give it to you. Then you pay.
Now here’s the thing, he usually wraps his fishes with yellow pages (which can be had for quite cheap around here, nobody wants them. They’re thick so you got a lot of paper in each of those). I suppose the page size of yellow pages fit the fishes quite well. He would pull up a big honking yellow pages and rip the pages as needed. Sometimes he would use something else, I’ve seen him using old textbooks, discarded documents, just random papers. Same deal, he would rip the pages off its spine and wrap the fishes with the pages.
But that day, it was different. He used, you guessed it, fashion magazines. Actually it was a mix of magazines and some kind of fashion catalogue stuff. I couldn’t make out which magazine title it was as the cover was already gone by the time I was there, but I knew it was a fashion magazines because it had so many models in it
Like the usual deal, he would rip pages off its spine, and carelessly use the pages to wrap the fishes. I bought my fishes (which was bad luck, as the page used to wrap my purchase was just block of texts) and decided to sit across his stall just to watch him doing his thing. I could see from the distance that he would rip some pages that had pictures so good I would personally put it inside a plastic wrapper in my collection, and used them to wrap fishes like they were just random pages. I remember seeing one full page of which looked like a cute girl in a scientist outfit ruined, and one of a good looking model with a party dress wrapped to an oily fish. Or this one which was a make-up model that was smiling to the camera, like she was trying her best to impress anyone looking at her, which fell to blind eyes and was simply used to wipe some fish blood off the cutting table.
I actually sat there for half an hour, weirdly getting excited of the ordeal (yeah, I tend to get excited when magazines gets destroyed like that). I sat so long he actually asked me what I was doing. I simply BS-ed and said that I was waiting for a call from my boss.
It was Saturday.
Anyway, I wonder if any of you felt uneasy when a magazine gets ruined? I certainly am