"That's eighty pence," said the shopkeeper. "Jim! Pay the man!" said Harry.
"What? Oh... right... will do," said Jim. Jim and Harry walked out of the shop.
"What just happened?" said Harry. "I dunno. I just froze."
"You probably had a brain fart." "A brain fart!"
"Don't worry, everybody gets them. At least it wasn't a blonde moment, my missus suffers with them."
"Do they affect her ability to function on a daily basis?" said Jim.
"I'm not sure my missus has ever functioned on a daily basis. They certainly don't affect her ability to buy clothes that's for sure."