Chaired Revenge
by Lata
Vijaybaskar
“She’ll
come in. Touch the silk. Smile dreamily may be?
Quickly dart a look around. Notice me. Scurry
away. My score 11, theirs 0.”
Today started
out like Chinese torture, but is slowly unfolding
in very interesting and unexplored directions. I
am here shopping with my girlfriend, well she is
doing the shopping part and I’m doing the
going mad as I’m bored, irritated and
annoyed part.
My feet are
killing me and Shilpa armed with, let’s make
that covered with clothes, asks “Honey, is
this looking nice? Or this one?”
“They
look fat,” I growled in annoyance.
“Thanks
sweetie,” she croons at me indulgently and
asks the sales girl to pack before entering the
jungle to look for more. Only she considers this
a treasure hunt.
A lone chair
at the store beckoned my aching feet. Ah! Now its
only boring, not painful.
As I prepared
to wait a long time, I saw a very good-looking
brunette walk in. Oh! I was sure those glints in
her hair were as real as the plastic plant potted
next to my chair, but her long legs sheathed in
sheer black tights were definitely very very real
and mouthwatering.
That’s
when she noticed me. Smiled self consciously and
moved away. How I hoped Shipa shopped that fast.
But hey! She didn’t buy anything.
So I was left
alone once again. Now another good looking, style
oozing, hot young thing walked in; looked at the
racks of clothes, touched a few of the silk and
satin, noticed me, gave a smile and walked away.
Only then did it dawn on me – I was sitting
on a chair next to the ladies lingerie section.
The ladies apparently wanted privacy while
shopping and did not like my intrusive presence.
So I decided to move, but then I thought this was
my one revenge at the shopaholic womanhood so I
stayed on.
Oh wow! How I
loved watching the girls with dreamy looks at the
merchandise quickly change to self conscious
smiles and move on.
Revenge tastes
better served cold.
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