Irish Apprentice candidates and expensive bananas

Had an old dear yesterday telling me some “quare fella” was hassling her on Moore Street to buy a banana. There’s nothing odd in that I thought, there must be plenty of quare fellas on Moore Street selling bananas of every shape and size.

“There were cameras there and everything, and they wanted me to sign a form and I wouldn’t”.

“Oh, why not”, says I.

“Ahh, I don’t like cameras, I’m not whatchamacallit, photographic”, says she.

“Ah sure, everyone says that. How much was he selling the banana for?”

“50 cent”

“50 cent? Jayz, that’s a fairly expensive banana – must have been a big one”

“They were just normal size. I don’t know the price of bananas but some other lad told me it was too much. But I bought 2 of them for €1 in anyways”

“Go on, ye mad thing – that’s mad altogether. €1 for 2 bananas. I’d only pay 29cent for a banana myself”

“Ah sure, he looked desperate and I wanted to get rid of him”

“You did right. I wouldn’t argue with some quare fella trying to sell bananas for 50 cent. Never know what trick he’d pull next”

“True. Anyway, I’m off for a cup of tea. The weather’s desperate out isn’t it? Did you bring your brolly today”

“I did. Enjoy your tea and bananas”

“He he, I will love, I will. Might see you tomorrow.”

Jazz Biscuit has the answer as to what was actually going, and solves the banana mystery for me. Thank you JB.