Ginup Man

We (Dave, Kendra and Kevin) were driving home from Paradise Point when we decided we should get some ginups (small lychee-like fruits) from the side of the road. The following is a transcript of the interaction:

Approaching ginup man:
Kendra: "I don't see him."
Dave: "He is there."
Dave stops the car in the middle of the traffic lane next to the ginup man, as per local custom.
Dave: “Good Afternoon, could we get some ginups?”
Ginup Man: “How much you want? You a big spender?”
Dave: “Five dollars sounds good.”
Ginup Man gets up, puffing on his "cigarette", starts packing ginups into a K-mart bag. Ginup Man finishes, hands over the ginups.
Ginup Man: “Six dollars.”
Dave: “Whaaah?”
Kendra: “What?”
Ginup Man: “Okay, five dollars.”
Dave hands over the $5 bill.
Kendra: “Thanks!”
Kevin: “Thanks!”
Dave: “Thanks man!”
Ginup man (puffing on “cigarette”): “You want some weed?”
Dave (nonchalantly): “Nah, we’re good.”
Dave drives off. Kevin passes around ginups.
Kevin: “What’d he say?”
Dave: “He asked if we wanted some weed.”
Kendra: “Gahharahahahah.” (Choking on ginup).
General laughter. Yet another normal day in the VI.