How much are they? she asks.
Eighteen pounds, I tell her.
I've only got fifteen, she says.
I'm sorry, I say, but I can't sell you one for fifteen pounds.
Sixteen, will you take sixteen.
I'm sorry, I say. No, I won't do that.
No, I say.
She turns and marches out of the shop.
She comes back.
I'm back, she says.
How much is the green one? she asks.
It's eighteen pounds, I tell her.
She hands me a twenty pound note.
And I don't, she says, need the hanger.