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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

Son of a

I just realized that it's hard to be surrounded by the filthy rich. Meaning, those who lurch out from their Mercedes-Benzs - yaya included, those whose skins seem to be untinted with melanin (thus making them prone to all sorts of epidermal diseases, nya ha ha), those people who whip out their gleaming credit cards to purchase everything inside an establishment. I'm beginning to get annoyed with them. I don't qualify as a filthy rich person - hello, I don't even have a yaya or a credit card to begin with, and I buy things with my hard-earned money - but I do get the stuff that I want. Fast.

Anyway, a while ago at Marks and Spencer ATC I was queueing up to pay for a body spray. There was a lady in front of me, wearing a sleeveless crimson top, a pair of beige slacks, and high-heeled sandals. She was clutching a green dress. She handed it over to the cashier, and I thought it was the only item she's going to pay for. I was wrong. I leaned over to my left just to find out that it was part of the 29 items she was purchasing. I wanted to say, "Can I just go first?" but I was such in a good mood so I waited for my turn.

Ten minutes had passed and the cashier was still removing the thing attached to merchandises that is supposed to trigger the alarm in case a shoplifter attempts to sneak out something. There were two POS systems in Marks and Spencer, and no one was operating the other. "Ma'am, it's P35,720 for 29 items," the cashier said, upon which the lady took out two credit cards from her vast collection in her wallet. "Just in case hindi gumana 'yung isa, etong AIG gamitin mo."

So much for "Patience is a virtue," I was going to pay for only one bleeping item worth P350. Finally another cashier personnel noticed that the queue is beginning to pile up, then she proceeded to smile, greet me Good Afternoon Sir, and asked for my item.

My transaction was finished in less than 30 seconds.
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At Fri Mar 16, 10:39:00 PM, Blogger Jhed retorts...

Oh wow! If I have that much money, I would buy the whole store. LOL.    



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