Economics in my head

So today I went to Kemptom Park, apparently the white-trash area of Joburg
(if you live in Kempton Park, I didn't say this, someone told me so...)
Well, it would have been nice if someone had TOLD me this before I went TO Kempton. In a dress that's a little bit on the short-side. Hey, it was the first thing I saw but anyway
What a grocery trip right there.
I couldn't adjust my dress or kneel down without five eyes on me.
It was scary, I'm not gonna lie.
One partculair oke was following me asking me questions like "Are you from around here?" No "Where are you from?" Cape Town "How long have you been here?" I don't know "What do you do?" I'm in school thank you very much "Oh, cool, which one?" You're forty, bye.
But even once I got to checkout he was waiting for me.
"Hey! I'm almost done!"
Groceries go flying.

Never AGAIN.

I even grabbed my four HEAVY ASS packets and vamoosed cos I was scared the parking attendants would offer help.

As we drove back to Sandton I realized what scarcity was!
Put it this way:
Scarcity- example: there are less women in Joburg than men, therefore there is a high demand for woman but a low resource of them.
This is an economic problem, alright.

I so understand now.