Further portents of the Apocalypse
The great British costermonger, celebrated in verse and prose, is renowned for wit, banter and downright salesmanship.
So, consider, if you will, how disappointing I found this effort, overheard in Surrey St market yesterday:
"Pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl"
The woman was out of earshot a little after that. However, there was no attempt to name the fruit, extol its quality, taste etc etc, and in this innumerate times one might further note that fruit is being sold by volume, not weight.
The vendor was not in the first flush of youth either, so no excuse there, and plenty of other market traders make a somewhat more impressive pitch.
So, consider, if you will, how disappointing I found this effort, overheard in Surrey St market yesterday:
"Pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl, pound a bowl"
The woman was out of earshot a little after that. However, there was no attempt to name the fruit, extol its quality, taste etc etc, and in this innumerate times one might further note that fruit is being sold by volume, not weight.
The vendor was not in the first flush of youth either, so no excuse there, and plenty of other market traders make a somewhat more impressive pitch.
Labels: business, Croydon, Truly the Apocalypse is upon us
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If it's anything like my local market, what she was selling was probably plastic fruit bowls full of assorted fruit - usualy apples, oranges, a few babanas and maybe a pear, or something more exotic, like a kiwi fruit, if they have some they need to shift.
Hence 'pound a bowl'. It's much shorter to yell than 'poundaapplesbananapearandkiwi'... ;)
Maybe she was selling bowls? Empty bowls.
No, it was per bowl - of bananas, apples or whatever. And they don't throw in the bowl either.
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