My Mother Is Tenacious

So we're all at the supercool Maxwell wet market last Sunday buying groceries and I leave my mom and The Son sitting on one them park benches. Next to some old man selling porcelain bowls on a mat on the pavement.

I come back 20 mins later and my mom's haggling with the old man over the price of a Peranakan-style teapot. S$80, he says. I'm not making much out of it. Original price is S$120.

S$50! says my mother, squeezing blood out of a stone.

S$80! says the old man. That's my last price.

By the looks of it, they have been arguing for as long as I've been away. My son is already wandering off down the street.

Ok, S$80. says my mother. But I didn't bring any money with me today. (giggle). Can you give me the teapot and I'll give you money next week?