Three old ladies were sitting side by side reminiscing about their youth.
They had grown up in the local village and all had pretty much the same memories.
Same people, places, outings and special days.
They talked about trips to the beach, favourite recipes, old friends.
The talk (as is usual amongst women) got around to shopping.
But shopping was very different in their youth.
No huge supermarkets or Plazas. The weekly shop was done in the little local village General Store, Butcher, Baker etc.
Of course everything was bigger and better in those days.
And none of these fandangled Dollars and cents and Kilograms to grapple with.
The first lady recalled shopping at the green grocers and demonstrated with her hands, the length and thickness of a cucumber she could buy for a penny.
The second old lady nodded, adding that onions used to be much bigger and cheaper also, and demonstrated the size of two big onions she could buy for a penny a piece.
The third old lady remarked, "I can't hear a word you're saying, but I remember the guy you're talking about."
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