"Descending the candles"

Whenever I drive to go to my grandson's apartment to see him, usually at 3:00 p.m, and its a Thursday, as I approach his building, my blood pressure goes up and I start "descending the candles" which translates from Greek meaning "Swearing at the divine". Reason, every Thursday in George's neighbourhood they are having a farmer's market or as they say in Greek there is a "laiki", meaning "layman's". During a "laiki", the whole neighbourhood is taken over by a plethora of stands where they sell everything from women's underwear, clothes, carpets, shoes and a bit of fresh produce which was the original purpose of holding a "laiki". Chaos descends onto the neighborhood during the "laiki" as trucks people, cars, stands and stuff on sale create havoc. If you live in a neighbourhood that holds a "laiki", then the previous night you must take your car out of the garage and park it somewhere far as you will be unable to get out of the garage the next morning as the "laiki" stands and or trucks will be blocking the garage exit. During the duration of the "laiki" you will feel that you are living in the middle of a bazaar in down town Sana'a in Yemen. After the "laiki" finishes, the place looks like downtown Baghdad. Aaagrrrr!. The middle ages!!!

PS: There are three types of people that get produce at the "laiki" depending on the time they go:

Type A: Those that are interested in quality. They go to the "laiki" early to make sure they can pick the best produce.

Type B: Those who are price conscious. They go just before the "laiki" closes and get substantial discounts on the unsold produce.

Type C: Those who are poor. They go just after the "laiki" ends and are given the stuff that the farmers would have thrown away.