Monday, August 29, 2005
She sells sea shells...
Aww... how cute.
Not even slashed tires and a beaten husband with broken ribs—which [Telegraph decoration Kerlene Padilla] encountered from other vendors when she first opened shop—could scare her away.
"Those days a lot of those people were on drugs," she says. "They had a control grip on everything. They wanted us to leave, so we stayed. We’ve proved we’ve done this for ourselves."
But today, Padilla and many other Telegraph vendors consider themselves a close-knit group of friends.
"Today we all talk to each other and we're all good friends," she says. "We hold no grudges."
"Hey, Kerlene, remember that time I beat your husband to a pulp? Yeah, those were good times..."
"One time I got this crazy guy shoving and yelling at me and a bunch of vendors came and totally saved me," says [some other fluff puff Jonathan Fernandez].
Whew, thank God he didn't have to deal with the crazy anymore. Instead he had a bunch of vendors...
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