You are about to see the rant of Marne from the UK. She was ticked off by the business practices of the local ice cream vendor.

So there's an ice cream van there, selling just two ice creams with two chewing gums in it,

for bloody 9 pound for two of them.

Nine quid for two?

Yeah, nine quid.

That is gonna get nowhere. One that comes on my street is either one pound, a p or two pound.

Like he's gonna get nowhere with that.

No, he ain't. Is that?

No, he ain't.

That's well bad, isn't it?

And he only does bloody card.

Stood there with my cash.

Bloody hell.

Alright, we're with you Marne.

After doing a little bit of math, based off of her discuss, the price of ice cream seems to have risen to more than 11 US for two treats.

And he only takes bloody cash (card).

The whole thing [is] undoubtedly a tough life lesson for Marne.

I'll listen to her complain about anything.

She's like wiser than her years by about 50, 50 years. - Right?

Thanks guys.