A threw fer the carsh

On Friday I was wandering in Wollongong doing some errands (medicare claims - yay cash! - optus world - yay new mobile phone!) and I happened to wander through the Farmer's Market they have down the mall.



There's organic food, iridology, ethnic food stalls, lots of handmade clothing, goji juice, bees and honey - you know the type. Anyhow there's this woman selling handmade children's clothes. Some hand-crocheted kiddy cardigans caught my eye.

Woman : "twenty dollars for thewse dahhling wee kiddy cahdigahns"
Me: "Is that all? They're hand crocheted."
Her: "Yairse I knew. I design them and have them hand made in China. The yarn is all hand dyed"
Me: "I'm going to buy one because I feel sorry for the poor chinese woman who makes them"
Her: "but what you need to understand is, you knew, the exchange rate to China .." (trails off - because she has no idea what she's talking about)

Twenty bucks. Some lucky Chinese family is raking it in with the favourable exchange rate you know. As if.