Crazy bumper to bumper traffic, impatient
honking, scrambling for parking, pushing into the elevator, waiting impatiently
in front of a store door, the clock strikes the hour, through the plexiglass a
store assistant is seen lazily dawdling toward the door, boredom written all
over her face, she fumbles for the key, and unlocks the door. The door bursts
open and the eager, impatient crowd push through no different from the angry,
irate boarding of an electric train in Mumbai. There’s a stampede. People are
knocked over and hurt – situation reeking of callousness.
There’s a mad scramble to catch the
clearance sale, with limited sizes and designs. You rush to your section, only
to find the single piece in your size seized by this grouch of a person.
Shoulders slumped, you leave. After all that trouble!!!
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