MARKETSTALL

I'm the polite little girl helping her mother at Saturday market.  You western kids roll your eyes.  Bor-ring.  Saturday is for computer games.  Well we don't own one, so I have time.
Fascinating people here.  Take the next vendor, a man, always playing with that silly cell phone.  Now there's a dozen holes in his zinc roof.  Not one flake of paint on his house.  Daughter is in my class, needs medicine she ain't getting.  And him showing off?
I know, you call me sexist, trashing men.  Ok, here goes, next to him is a woman vendor.  Now here's what she does ....