New Delhi’s Sarojini Nagar Market. The narrow streets are thronged with young women hoping to update their wardrobes on the cheap. Most of the shops cater to them, but a few “gents clothing” shops have managed to carve out a space in the market as well. As I approach a store with a few racks out front and begin flipping through the shirts a young attendant approaches and says something to me in Hindi. I don’t understand him, but instead pick out a shirt and ask him “yo kitne kya hai?” (How much is this). He tells me its 100 rupees, about $1.50. I switch to English to ask him if they have it in a bigger size. He seems startled, but shows me the same shirt in other sizes. As I go to hand him 100 rupees for the shirt, he smiles and says “No sir, this one is 400 rupees, sir.” I angrily reply that he just, less than a minute before, told me they cost 100. “No sir, actually I meant 400.” It seems he remembered the item’s price only after coming to realize that I was a foreigner.