This is a genuine conversation I had with a ten-year-old girl while working behind the bar at the local yacht club yesterday afternoon. Bear in mind that this child is the daughter of extremely wealthy, upper-middle-class parents (I mean, it is a yacht club, for crying out loud) and most likely goes to some very posh private prep school.



Child: "May I have a Mars Bar, please?"

Zoe: "Of course." *hands child the Mars Bar* "That's fifty pence, please."

Child: *looks horrified* "But I haven't got fifty pounds!"

Zoe: *laughing* "No, sorry, I said fifty pence."

Child: *confusion, perplexity and bewilderment all fight for space on the child's face* "What's 'pence'?"

Zoe: *trying to conceal horror* "Fifty pee."

Child: "Oh, right..." *hands over 50p and walks away with Mars Bar*



I mean, really.