‘Didn’t you offer half price last week when you wanted that whatchamacallit?’
‘That’s different!’
‘Why?’
‘Because… because… because that was me.’
‘Oh.’
‘I’m going to delist it,’ he grumbled, and sulked for the rest of the day in his brown velvet armchair.
One week later.
‘Ripper! Someone’s listed that thingamabob I wanted. Too dear though. I’ll offer half what he’s asking.’