EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE

Dear Reader,

My progress on the name jar for my dad was good till this weekend and then $5 went in the pot. At least I was faithful about contributing when I called dad a bad name. My mum suggested that I carry it on until I can go a week without calling dad a bad name. The fact that I didn't really see dad helped and a few phone calls is not exactly like seeing him in person.
Sadly dear reader, I didn't receive any reports of suspicious activity which was a shame. I would have liked to hear what you guys considered funky junky.

This week's task:

EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE: THIS WEEK, FIND OUT WHAT IT IS

Go up to people and ask them how much they would require to part with their much-prized possessions, there and then. Here is a rough guide to the going rates:

Selling you their unfinished coffee:$9.04

Selling you their left sock:$16.28

Selling you a mouthful of their three course lunch:$10.85

Selling you the book their reading, book price +:$18.09

Selling you their pet:$2170.74

Selling you their umbrella in a downpour:$63.34

Selling you their place in the queue:$27.14

Selling you their soul:Negotiable

In some respects I find these prices quite exorbitant but in some ways these prices seem quite understandable.

My thoughts:

I would sell my soul for a decent price. I would be more then negotiable.

I would gladly give my left sock away because it's less laundry, and it probably stinks.

I would never give my unfinished coffee away because that's how germs spread, and most likely
I would like to finish it, add to my caffeine consumption for the day

I would never sell my book, especially the one I am reading unless it was really shitty, otherwise I would keep it and hoard it like I do with all the rest of my books.

I would gladly sell my umbrella in a downpour because Singing in the Rain was a great film, so maybe I could achieve some star status!