January 22, 2018

Two Ladies at My Store

short story

 


Two Ladies at My Store

by Shahinur Islam


This evening when I was working at my workplace, I saw two white smiling young ladies of around twenty-five years old who bought their stuff from the store and came away to me to pay the bill. As a mandatory condition of customer services, I asked them,

“Hello, how are you doing?”

One of them seemed very naughty.  She answered with a discerning smile,

“Not good. I’m leaking.”


Her ambiguous answer puzzled me. What did she mean by ‘leaking’? I did not see her holding any bottle or tank. To clarify it, I asked her a rhetorical question,

“Leaking?”

“Yeah, leaking!”

I looked into her eyes and went on thinking.  I found a naughty glistening in them just as the midday sun shines on the river water and glistens. After a moment when I understood her prank, a chuckle came across my face.

To upsell some little stuff like lottery, coffee to customers was one of my responsibilities at work, so I asked them while scanning their picked up things on the scanner,

“Anything else? Lottery? Coffee?”

This type of question seemed to encourage the naughty girl to be more humorous. At once, she responded,

“You want to sell the whole store to me? Don’t you see I’ve bought so much stuff?”

I burst into laughing with that.  Perhaps my appearance gave them an Indian impression, so the other young lady then added,

“He is an Indian. Knows how to do business.”

“I’m not an Indian.”

The naughty one asked again to be sure,

“Pakistani?”

“Bangladeshi.”

To them, Bangladesh, Pakistan, and India are the same, so she said,

“All the same.”

“Not the same at all. And the Chinese know how to do business, not we. Get it?”

But I said to myself, “We are of the same age, but on the different page.”

Like greetings at the beginning of the customer service, wishing them was also my responsibility at the end. When they were ready to leave, I wished them a good night and added some more spice to it naughtily,


“Have a good night and have sweet dreams.”

The naughty young lady was many steps ahead of me. She blurted out laughing,

“Yap, I’ll dream about you. OK?”

I could not hold laughing with her comment and said for the last time,

“I’m lucky you’re gonna dream about me.”

Both of them burst into laughing and left the store.

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