Conversations at the market

So we go to the farmer’s market, right? Well, we want to buy some lavash (Armenian flat bread). The woman says they are 70 Armenian drams each. My mom asks for 5. The woman says, “How about you take enough for 1000 drams?”
“No thanks, just five.”
“Here, I’ll give you ten” *starts counting out twenty*
In the end, we got seven for 500 drams. Hmm.
Then we go to the sour lavash section. (Here I should pause and explain what sour lavash is before you all think we’re crazy. Sour lavash is like regular lavash, but it’s made of rolled out dried fruit instead. Got it?) We ask the lady for one each of five or six varieties.
“How about you take ten?”
“No, just five, thanks”
“Okay, I’ll give you twelve.”
Hmmm. Ya know, I guess it’s the “end of the day” syndrome. They throw all they can at you and will NOT, under ANY circumstances take no for an answer.
It’s like fly tape. They stick and don’t come off. If you peel them off, they take half your money with them. But it doesn’t only happen when we actually buy something.
For instance, we went to buy potatoes. The seller saw that my mom had large bills and he offered to exchange them for smaller bills. He was eager to get rid of his many bills.
So she gives him a 10,000 bill in exchange for ten 1,000 bills. (You like math, right?) So he’s in the middle of counting thousands when he says, “give me the 20,000. I’ll exchange it, too.”
“No thanks, just exchange that one.”
“Give it here, I’ll exchange it.”
“No thanks, just give me my change!”
“Give me the 20000, I’ll exchange it!”
“No thanks” *mom takes change*
“Come on, I’ll exchange it!”
“Bug off!”

Arg.