"No you don't! Half of five is two and a half. You make half a cent on the deal anyhow."
"Well, if y'ain't satisfied, gimme the penny and take another!" With an unerring eye the vendor pounced on the smallest and knobbiest apple in the tray and offered that.
The old man would have none of it. "Give me my other penny!" said he.
"That's all you get!"
"Give me my other penny or I'll call the police!"
"Yah! For a penny would you! You're a big man of business you are! Call a cop, go on, and see what he'll say for a penny!" The vendor passionately searched under a shelf, and producing a ticket marked "4¢" defiantly stuck that alongside the "2 for 5."
"No you don't!" cried the old man. "You can't raise the price on me after I've bought!"
"One for four, two for five! I guess I charge what I like! I don't have to charge half the price for one!"
"You're a robber!"
The vendor appealed to Heaven to witness that he was maligned. He brandished a fist before the old man's nose. "You lie! You lie!" he cried. "Get out of here. I don't want you by my stand!"