Standing Torture!A Story by ZephyrStanding all day...........My legs are blazing with pain. I look for a
chair. And to my intense irritation, it’s only a few feet away from me. I want
to limp towards it and sit. But No! I can’t. The CCTV, like a monster, is
watching each nook and corner. A day of standing has worn out all my energy. Now, I see a customer approaching towards me.
Darn it! Not now! So not now! A beautiful lady, draped in blue sari, approaches.
She walks towards me and points her hands towards the rack of clothes above me. “The yellow one, towards the top, take it” she
commands without even passing me a smile. My head’s spinning. Everything is in a blur. Yet,
as a dutiful sales woman, I turn around and grope about in the rack for a
yellow sari. There are so many yellow ones. “Which one, ma’am?” I ask meekly. “Towards the top” she is snappy. I drag out the sari she wanted. “It
suits you madam” a clichéd sales trick follows. She examines the sari like a preying vulture. She
finds many faults in its design and print. She is not satisfied. She asks for a red sari, then an orange one
and then the list goes on. She is not satisfied with anything. I can’t take this any longer. I am sure I will
faint. My hands search for a support and I press upon my customer’s hand. She jerks it away like I am some kind of stray
dog. As I faint, the last lines I hear are: “Useless!
She just has to stand and is not even good at that!” © 2017 ZephyrAuthor's Note
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