When ABI Brother and I were kids, we ventured into capitalism on our parents farm. We put considerable effort into our venture. We bought brown paper bags from the local shop to pack our produce into. We painted up roadside advertising signs on Masonite sheets.
By mid morning, we had harvested the wild mushrooms from the paddocks and we were ready to sell. We had two plastic washing baskets full of produce to sell to passing motorists. We only had two customers for the day and we were so disappointed, but not for the reason you may be thinking.
Our first customer came along and bought a paper bag full of mushrooms. We were over the moon. The first old bitch, male or female, who is wondering how many shillings or pence we sold them for is owed a good slapping. I can't recall, but it might have been twenty five cents for a paper bag full. I may have been called cheap, but I have never charged cheap prices.
Our second customer came along.........and bought the lot. All our stock gone in one hit! We started to try to put all the mushrooms into paper bags when Father, who must have been hovering in the distance, appeared and suggested we just give the customer the washing baskets full of mushies.
We had planned to spend the day selling our mushrooms and it was all over in a flash before lunch. I suppose we had the money in our pockets but that was secondary. We had given Mother our lunch orders to be delivered to us, as we did not want to miss a sale with our absence. All our work for nothing except for the base dollar. I am sure this is the point where I started to become cynical about capitalism. It is just not very entertaining.