Ibought a used car this week. On entering the forecourt you’re always accosted by the Arthur Daley types.
Luckily for me a new car salesman made a mistake. Yes, he made a mistake.
So I managed to get the motor for a couple of hundred cheaper than I was meant to.
Which was a bonus, because past attempts at bartering have hardly been a great success.
On a holiday in Spain I tried to get a discount on two tracksuits for the kids.
They were 30 euros for both, I offered 23. She put the price up to 40.
Then there were some bras the missus liked.
I managed to get a couple of euros off and I walked away like a hero.
They broke after a day’s wear.