Loose change

Popped into a local op shop. It was crowded with shoppers and difficult to move around. There were signs up: Buy a bag of books for $1, clothes half price. There was only one lovely little old lady working the counter. Let me paint a picture: floral blouse tucked into beige high waisted slacks, with belt. Lots of blue eye shadow, and a blow waved silvery-blonde up do. She was tiny, but focused. I placed my goodies on the counter and she counted them up to herself. $1.20, she says, in her little, croaky voice. $1.20 I question? Yes she says, smiling. Lets make it $2 and you've got a deal I say. Well if you're sure she says. So I took my basket of goodies and off I went, feeling a little bit...well you know.