Stupid Tax
I’m not sure if it’s the change in the weather but the punters have gone a bit do-lally.
This week I had two ladies buy FIVE bits from the twenty pence, six for a pound bin.
Ten minutes later I had another punter looking at the three-pound leggings
“How much are the leggings?” she said.
“Three pound sweetheart.”
“Can I have three for ten?” she enquired
I paused momentarily waiting for the penny to drop and then, when it didn’t, I replied
“Of course you can darling”.
Always happy to oblige.
Perhaps it is a bit unfair of me and I should point out that they’re not actually doing themselves any favours, but in situations like these they have to pay what we call ‘stupid tax’.
Besides, even at five for a pound, I like to think that they are still getting a good deal and those leggings are £12.99 a pair in Marks, I know the supplier.
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market Trader.
The man in the street.
Literally.
