There’s something almost spiritual about standing in a sea of other people’s castoffs, clutching a wadded $20 bill, and thinking, “Today, I become the proud owner of someone else’s questionable life choices.”
Welcome to the Anderson Jockey Lot and Farmers Market in Belton, South Carolina – a sprawling bazaar where bargain hunting isn’t just a hobby, it’s an extreme sport with cash prizes.
This isn’t your grandmother’s yard sale (unless your grandmother owned 65 acres and had 1,000 friends selling their stuff simultaneously).
The Jockey Lot stands as a monument to American excess and thrift, a place where the phrase “one man’s trash” isn’t just a saying but an entire economic ecosystem…