This flea market is hands-down the biggest dumpster fire I've ever dealt with, and the "manager" is…read morethe clown holding the lighter. I rented a booth, everything seemed fine... until it rained. The roof leaks worse than a dollar-store water balloon, and 90% of my merchandise got soaked and ruined. When I asked for a little rent break to cover the damage from their busted building, the "manager" threw a tantrum like a toddler who dropped his Happy Meal. He screamed, got in my face, threatened to beat us up, and banned us from coming back. Real professional -- imagine being that fragile and still calling yourself a manager.
Let's be real: this guy isn't a manager. He's a couch ornament with anger issues, permanently fused to the TV in his office while the building crumbles around him. He couldn't manage a bowl of cereal without screwing it up. Instead of fixing the leaks or running the place like a grown adult, he struts around like a dollar-store mafia boss, barking threats he couldn't back up if his life depended on it.
Meanwhile, one vendor was literally caught pleasuring himself in his booth on multiple occasions, and somehow that was fine. But ask for accountability? Nah, you'll get threatened by "Captain Clipboard" who thinks yelling makes him important.
If you enjoy wasting money, being surrounded by creeps, and watching a washed-up TV addict play pretend boss while the whole place rots, then by all means, set up shop here. Otherwise, run. This isn't a flea market -- it's a circus, and the ringleader is a lazy, unprofessional wannabe tough guy whose only skill is proving that rock bottom has a basement.