So I stopped by to check with the stall keeper if those balloons were on sale. Indeed they were. Excellent!
"How much each?" I asked.
"Sixty." She replied.
"What?!" I could not believe what I just heard.
"Six-zero?" I confirmed.
She nodded, smilingly.
"That's pretty steep, isn't it?" I said to stall keeper, which was an absolute understatement. What actually on my mind, I didn't think it was appropriate to tell her.
She nodded again, this time sheepishly.
What was actually on my mind that I wanted to say to her?
"What? Are you high on something? Or do you think I'm high on something that you can charge me such an atrocious price for a bloody balloon?"
I couldn't say that to her, could I?
I walked away.