Thursday, February 17, 2011

a story of a hurt of long back

one day , ten years back I had visited my parents and returned by bus to Thrissur in the evening.My wife wanted to buy some things and I went with her to a leading famous departmental store of that time .
Since she was wakling around taking things and I was bored, I started examining the scissors kept in one rack.
I traveled a lot by air and I wanted a scissor of a size which I can keep in my suitcase (check in baggage ) without problems.Since the price was high I thought I will buy from some small shop.
Suddenly from nowhere the manager arrived and said the matron had seen me pocketing some small item and he has evidence of it(surveillance camera?.)I protested.
He insisted that I be personally frisked by one of the boys in the showroom.The boy took me upstairs ans searched me while apologising profusely.
Nothing was found on me and the boy brought me down.The manager said "No problem,No problem" and allowed me to join my wife to leave the store
I have never stepped into the store after that.
My only fault was the back of my shirt was crumpled by 3 hours sitting in the bus during my journey.
What kind of people are these?