Last summer's Farmers market trip

I went to South Pasadena's Farmer's Market a few summers ago. Every Thursday evening, on El Centro Street the Market appears.
I arrived at the market and immediately felt as if I was in a foreign country. Well no so much foreign country, definitely not Los Angeles though. People were talking to each other as they walked by, everyone was smiling and it was very big and people were moving at a slow pace. Definitly not LA. Small vendors was not something I expected to see.
I noticed many unique vendors. There was a person selling fruit, a person selling mushrooms, a person was even selling hemp jewelry. The vendors sold all sorts of things.
I even noticed a Philly cheesesteak stand.
So because I was super hungry I decided to buy me a cheesesteak. I've never been too impressed with hot sauces, so the one standing on the ledge didn't look too much different from the typical hot sauce. So I decided to pour it on, all over the sandwhich. There was definilty a good amount on there.
Well in case you weren't aware, Dave's insane sauce is the spiciest thing on this planet. The second I bit into my sandwhich I was crying. My digestive track was excruciatingly painful. I could feel my stomach burning. I couldn't stop sweating and casper had more color than I did. It wasn't till hours later, after eating some bread and milk that I began to feel better.
This was one of the most torturous experiences in my life. So even tho the market was a nice place my visit was not the greatest. Perhaps next time I visit I'll enjoy it more.