Quite an upset, for so early in the morning.
Before I tell the story, you've got to understand the rules for the use of pebbles in the Beaker community, I think. It's not simple.
You see, we can't let just anybody turn up with their own pebbles for use in worship. They may have sharp edges (the pebbles, not the people). They may have holes in them - and there's special rules for who can use hagstones. We're very wary of their allegedly medicinal properties - or, to put it another way, we reckon it's rubbish.
And we don't know where any old pebble has come from - it could have been found on a beach with a sewage outflow, or it could be a souvenir from a South African holiday during the 80s - which would retrospectively be condoning apartheid.
So we insist that all pebbles in use in worship must be Approved Grade 1 Pebbles. Getting these pebbles approved is an expensive business - so we charge 5 Beaker Beads (the fun Stone-Age currency) for them. of course, Beaker Beads are freely exchangable at the rate of £10 per string - and when I say "freely exchangable" I mean that you can freely exchange Sterling for Beaker Beads. Unfortunately our currency-exchange software only works one way, however. Still, what could be a nicer souvenir of your pilgrimage than half a string of beads?
But the good news is that we will dispose of your shabby second-rate pebbles that you brought along - and for free. And when I say "dispose" I do of course mean "put through our rigorous testing process and recycle as Beaker Bazaar-approved pebbles".
So anyway, this bloke got all upset in the Bazaar, started shouting about profiteering and exploitation. Next thing, poor Burton's got beads and pebbles all over him and the counter on his foot.
I wonder what that was all about?