My wife and I went to a mall today. She wanted to get a good sandal. My agenda was to get her to buy a nice outfit for herself. I could have bought it myself and surprised her, but more than the surprise, I wanted her to have what she really wanted. I'm not in with the latest buzz in ladies' wear, so...
Anyway, she chose this pale yellow dress which she tried on and had her heart set on. She decided to buy it.
Would you believe it - after standing at the payment counter for about 15 minutes, the man behind the counter said to us all, "it's going to take a long time, so could you please make the payments at the 2nd floor?"
So we went to the 2nd floor, which already had a longer line than the 1st floor!!!
The Salesman, with no apology in his eyes or manner, said, to the person in front of me, "could you go to the ground floor counter?" Notice how the "Please" is so conspicuously absent from this sentence. Muttering to myself, we moved to the ground floor. Finally, after about 10 minutes' wait, we were able to buy the dress. Phew!
Taught me to go to a mall on Sunday!!!
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