Twelve days ago, Husband bought some goat’s milk cheese at the open air market. He paid 50 Croatian Kunas for a little less than 1 kg. Good price. Good quality.
So, husband went back to the open air market to get more of this cheese...found the old woman selling it and kicked off the second transaction by complimenting her on the quality of the cheese...and so on.
Now, I know you're thinking...you're thinking that this is all so charming. Peasants. Europe. Markets.
I have one word for you: ˝Fiction˝
In the space of 5 minutes, that old bag would be swearing like a sailor.
Here's what happened.
Husband asked her the price for the cheese. Now, he knew exactly how much he paid for the last one. 5o Kunas. This time, he was quoted a price of 60 Kunas. So he pointed out to her that not 10 days ago, he had bought the exact same cheese from her for 50 Kunas. ˝Well, you see....this cheese is bigger.˝ Of course, it wasn't.
So, the enterprising cheese seller next to her called out, ˝Hey boy, I'll sell you that cheese for 50 Kunas!˝ So Husband walked over and they closed the deal amidst a symphony of explicatives coming from the first seller - let's call her The Extortion Queen - who lost out because her analysis was underpinned by several faulty assumptions.
#1 We are not fools (a creature related to the mythical Foreign Unicorn - see Glossary of Terms);
#2 We do remember numbers; and most importantly,
#3 There are 14 other sellers sitting around her.
Good luck with that!