As a child, I learned to buy food by hunting out yellow "reduced" stickers. This started a weekly competition between me and my siblings - Who can find the best bargain? Who can find the most random item? Who can find a meal that won't give us food poisoning?
Today, food shopping fills me with a huge sense of dread. I always miss the "best" items, arriving either too early or too late, and end up with a dented mystery tin and a squashed packet of soggy vegetables.
Yet still, I refuse to buy anything for full price.
"What's yellow and dangerous?" the voice asks, again, for the fifth time in as many minutes.
"I don't know" I reply, wearily.
"I bet you can't guess! It's so clever!" the voice replies.
"No, I bet I can't. I bet you're going to tell me though." Will this ever end??
"It's so clever!" the voice is getting more and more excited. I don't think I can take this much longer.
"Go on, tell me." I plead. Anything to make this stop.
"Shark infested custard!!" The voice giggles away to itself, again.
I am never babysitting my darling brother ever again.