TWICE THE PRICE
I was in my local charity shop, dropping off a bag of clothes that my husband didn’t yet know he no longer required.
As I filled out the gift aid form, I was conscious of two women picking up items on the shelf beside me. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the women hold up a pack of tea lights.
“Rose, look at these!” she said, shaking the box towards her friend. “Only fifty pence.” She then lowered her voice. “And you know how much they are at the Pound Shop, don’t you?”
“No.” Rose replied, shaking her head. “How much?”
As I turned to leave, bag deposited, the woman, with a look of smug satisfaction, pulled Rose towards her and conspiratorially whispered: “Twice the price.”