The Ultimate Trait

It was a Sunday morning. The sun was partially lit, as winter was right on its threshold to soak the world in it's cold, streaking chilly fog, which I have loved for as long as I could remember remembering anything for the first time. I had to go to the open-market to get some fruits and vegetables my mother had asked me to get for her to make a perfect meal that all of my family loves to have every beautiful sunday evening. I entered the market and was really astonished to see a good number of people, which, most certainly, implies that I go to the market very seldom, who were buying what they thought was the most delicious food they would like to have for the day, since everyone has work lined up for the following day, they could not afford to choose to do the task the following morning. Plus, Sunday mornings have this really strange feeling in its air that makes everyone want to get out of their beds and go to a market to buy all the stuff they would need for the whole week to come and get it done as if they would not have the chance to do that again, until the next Sunday, once the Monday showed. And some of the people are really really enthusiastic to do this job and wait for the day to come so eagerly that they get the whole thing planned. The incident that caught my attention was of this one lady, who was pretty old but very strong, as she was holding five plastic bags almost filled with fruits and vegetables to the extent to which it was not designed to carry. She was almost about sixty years of age and had this really white skin, sweat pouring off her face made it look like as if she was shimmering, literally. She wore a pretty traditional "shalwar kameez" and wore a nice looking clothe to cover her head, it looked pretty much to me that she was actually trying to pull it off as it was bothering her while trying to bargain with this salesman who seemed to be pretty fretted. The salesman was a younger, much younger man, who was, perhaps, in his early forties, was trying to make a point to NOT afford to give the vegetables for as low a price as the old lady was willing to give to him. The old lady, in response, was pretty much determined to buy the most healthiest vegetables she had ever seen in the price she once use to buy, which was, I guess, pretty low for the salesman. I could see the vegetables the two were "fighting" for and, I must say, those were some beautiful vegetables! It was really interesting to see that the old lady was in this as much enthusiastically as the young man was and it was, most certainly, a "battle of the skills (of bargaining)". Ultimately, the old lady used the "Ultimate Trait" that I was very familiar with, because my mother always do it, and I'm very sure that she inherited the "Ultimate Trait" from her mother, that made it almost inevitable for the salesman to give in. The trick was, as the legend holds, to stop caring any further and stepping back from the place and moving on. Just then, the seemingly most impossible happened, not as much impossible for the legend, the salesman called back and agreed to take the offered amount and give the produce. This was stunning! I stood there holding myself to keep me on my feet as the old lady took another bag loaded with the vegetables she just "won" from the salesman. I could have given the lady a medal of appreciation for her demonstration of the "legendary" bargain, but I guess, I was not able to do that because of the social strain I feel around me in any crowdy place.