So leo I was in town. And as always, minding my own business. I've recently been stung by a jewelry bug and was out looking for a pretty silver ring. At this juncture I must pause and state that this country is no longer our own. You and I are not expeced to have enough money in our pockets to buy more than the dollar-a-day basics. This realization hit me like a slap on the face. Fine, I was dressed casually in top, jacket and jeans but that should be no reason for the feedback I was getting.
The first guy was polite enough but wasn't bothered to get his nose out of the paper he was reading and only gave me half grunts in response to my queries. When I required to see a ring, which meant his getting his ass off the chair, I heard an audible sigh and the heavy shuffling of feet and was all but too aware of the fact that he felt that I was wasting his time. I didn't let him get dissapointed on that and left without buying a thing.
The next place I went to had a mama who begun, upon hearing my query, by announcing that their rings cost x/= (which I felt was rather low) ... those ones of don't bother me about them if you can't afford them. When I insisted on seeing them, she reluctantly brought out a collection of (rather plain) rings and it was all that she could do to keep herself from forcefully ejectig me from the premises.
What to do. I liked one of the rings I saw in the first place so I guess I'll have to undergo a bit more of the same. Najivunia ...
