man: yes ma'am can i help you.
me: well actually yeah. i am looking for some happiness.
man: sure. this way please. this entire floor is stacked with happiness in different sizes. there is just a small problem. you've got to buy it with happiness alone.
me: huh. do i get you?
man: oh but you must ma'am.
me: er ok. can you remember if any customer ever managed to buy any?
man: i've heard tales ma'am. of the dog next door. his great grandad when found his girlfriend, bought the whole floor of happiness. its a favourite story here. and thanks to him the floor got new stock. you know even happiness starts getting stale otherwise. humans somehow never trusted the deal. i think its the insecurity with what rare they have