I paid for a table at an Octoberfest in a nearby Texas town, to sell my novels, especially my newest release “Lady Gwendolyn”. Saturday (Sep 28) was the date of the festival. Not only did I pay for the booth, I was required to donate items for a silent auction, plus sign a statement that I would stay there until 8 pm before breaking down my table (penalty for not staying was losing a $20 deposit).
I didn’t mind doing those things — until I got there. A music area was set up for a live band, for a karaoke contest, and later for an auction. The sound was too loud all day, so much so that people could barely hear me greet them as they walked by. They could barely even hear each other. Subsequently, sales were dismal.
At 6:30 the auction began, and they cranked up the volume to the point that it became physically painful. I could not subject myself to the pain, with no chance of making any sales, so I asked if I could leave. I was told by that person that I could. When I asked to get my $20 back, someone else showed up. They had to talk to whoever was in charge, who sent me the money with the message that since I’d broken my contract with them, I would not be allowed in as a vendor for the next year. No problem. I won’t be back next year — or ever. How can they expect vendors to stay for over an hour of that kind of physical torture? No one was coming by the booths. They either were at the auction, or had left to escape the noise.
While I didn’t stay until 8, didn’t they also break the contract by not supplying vendors with an environment conducive to sales until 8?
What a strange, frustrating day.