Observation of The Amazed
Thursday, January 26th, 2006Not long ago, my family and I made a trip to a certain local shopping mall. Nice place, only a wee bit too complicated in its internal geographical aspect. Anyway, there was this sort of a bazaar going on which became our object of interest and thorough scouring. It was a rather pleasant shopping experience downright until its finale; which left me breathless in wonder…like, literally. The actual phenomenon took a rally start a few minutes before the clock strikes ten. The bazaar’s last few minutes consist of the employees marching the bazaar down to its finish in a way that would have earned them the world record for the most freakingly efficient bazaar closing. In that particular blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of a shutdown, poor shoppers such as I were put under the extreme pressure (courtesy of misters and misses time-effective employees) to decide in a flash whether there would be any transactions going on involving the wallets of these tortured souls. Oh, and how I learnt on that precise evening of the way body languages can irritate the Hades out of people like myself. In various methods that could only be taught intensively in store attendants’ institute of higher learning, one could only surrender under the impacts of that scrutinize-agitate-huff-tap feet-repeat combo technique. Gee, I wonder if those store attendants’ opening acts are indeed as…miraculous.
