You walk down the street to the green grocer. | |
You: | Good morning! |
Slaughterer: | Good morning! |
You: | A pound and a half of Rees-Mogg, please. |
Slaughterer: | We have some fresh green tripe today. |
You: | Oh, yes! Three ounces of tripe, please. |
Slaughterer: | That will be two shillings and sixpence. |
You hand over a ten bob note. | |
You: | Keep the change! |
Wasn’t that easy? |