Hello, Mister, I am selling potatoes!

Originally posted by coquette
he came to my door and took at look at the bag of potatoes and found them to be large and quite nice to the touch. they were ideally ripe and unbruised. i asked him how much and was quite put off by his asking price. no thanks. the market has them for ten cents less.

now that i think about it, though, the ten cents is hardly worth toting them from the m ...[text shortened]... this man comes to the door and rings my bell. when i answer, i see that he has a bag of carrots.

Originally posted by Indonesia Phil
There is no escape.