malgudi days

prologue; the writer desires to uphold that he is not a racist. not against any race, and he doesn't think he belongs to a superior race either.

it's my second job in retailing. the previous job was dealing wit shoes, in this new establishment, it's to do wit books. and just like my previous job, i encountered strange foreign customers which by their accent, one can tell their from India.

i would like to reiterate that i'm not against indians. i flew wit Air-India, enjoyed indian food from tandoori to poppadum. and i had my brief crushes for indian gals.

shoe shop scenario 1(most common scenario);

A: d'you have deez in my saiize?

me: and your size is..?

A: my saiiize!!! (by showing his foot. duh, as tho i know! how the hell they live their lives and not knowing their feet sizes?)

shoe shop scenario 2

B: d'you have deez in yeight?

me: yes sir we do. eight as in UK size or US? (alas, an indian man who knows the dimension of his foot!)

B: yeight... indian...

me: ?!?!?!

book shop scenario

C: where is ur books on sexology?

sexology? kamasutra? i'm sure we have them books, but not a category dedicated to sexology. hmm, psychology? new age? health? pondering pondering...

me: hold on sir, i'll check wit my senior(i called for my section chief who is more competent. seeing a female coming into our direction, C was furious)

C: u mean u dono!? it's ok then! (and he scarpered... buggered off)