Consider the humble bag. Handy thing. You can put stuff in it and everything. How much for such a commendable receptacle then? Free, or 10p, if it's a carrier bag.
A quid or some such if it's a reusable effort for the supermarket. Twenty quid for a canvas thing to carry your gym stuff.
A hundred quid maybe for a bit of luggage. But $39,000? Eh?
Yup, that's what unhinged citizens have been paying for an alligator-skin fashion accessory created by the scary-looking Olsen twins.
Indeed, they can't keep up with demand for their gold-toggled backpacks. And you thought there was an economic crisis affecting everybody.
But why would anyone buy such tosh?
Women are always telling me they've got rings and bangles that cost humungous amounts of dosh.
But who notices? And what does the wearer get out of it? A quiet pride in the value?
I just don't get it. I've never even looked out for wedding rings, I realised the other day. Same with watches. I couldn't tell the difference between a Timex and a Rolex, and I've zero interest in learning about it. I just don't compute jewellery and accoutrements.
But honestly: $39,000 for a receptacle to hold two sausage rolls, a tin of cider and a wig.