Don't Be Fooled by the Window Dressing

In the 1960s, my father-in-law was looking around Leek market when he came across a costermonger selling damsons – particularly fine damsons, at that. After negotiating a price, my father-in-law said he would take a box. The stall holder bent down behind the counter. 'No', said my father-in-law. Pointing to the box right at the front of the stall, he went on: 'I'll take that one'.