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Why do women man electronic/electrical stores?

I remember scouring a city years ago for a CD player. I chanced upon an audio store with 2 women at the counter. I knew it was a waste talking to them about the technical details of what I was looking for. Still, I tried my luck and asked unenthusiastically if they stocked CD changers. One of the women looked at me quizzically and asked – What’s a CD changer? Educating people was not what I did for a living. I didn’t pursue the issue any further.

The tube-light in my room has been having problems for the past few days and we suspected it was the choke to blame. I thought it better to buy one of those energy-efficient fluorescent lamps than to get the choke repaired. I had spotted an electrical shop in our locality and decided yesterday to buy the lamp from there. Yeah, I didn’t know it was manned by a woman. I asked for what I was looking and the woman showed me some. Not once did she volunteer to show me what was available, I had to specifically ask. And after I had pestered her enough to make my choice, I asked for the price. She bluntly pointed at the MRP. People shouldn’t  mistake MRP (Maximum Retail Price) for ORP (Only Retail Price). I protested saying that fluorescent lamps generally retail for a lot less then the MRP. She stood her turf, the ignorant fool that she was.

I tried another electrical store a little further away. The young boy knew what he was selling and I was a happy customer, saving a good Rs.50 on what the woman had finally settled for after a lot of haggling.

My new lamp works just fine. It’s from Crompton Greaves.

Comments

Anonymous said…
because when u critisize them no one says Y a women has given birth to u or y a women has married u ...it should be all man ....
Deepanjan said…
What extreme power of imagination you must have to relate these totally impertinent issues!
Anonymous said…
I just want to put accept women everywhere not at places u want her to be
Anonymous said…
Fir se anonymous, kisko khujli macha hua hai re.
Hing hai to naam likho be.
Anonymous said…
khujli to tereko macha hai.tumhe pata hai to puch kyu rahe ho kutte.
Anonymous said…
Deepanjan please do not allow anonymous comments to be posted on your blog.
A humble request.
Anonymous said…
U are afraid of one slang .when u do something always remember of newtons third law. kutte is much decent than wat u said. dogs Beware next time .:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Deepanjan said…
Prats, being anonymous is better than pretending to be someone else - something that 'anonymous' would surely vouch for!

;)

It was nice talking to you and Samir yesterday.
Anonymous said…
OCD, right ;)

Well it was nice talking to you too Deep. Here's wishing you all the very best for your future endeavors.
Rakesh Kumar said…
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Anonymous said…
Hey deep.. a nice blog, interesting one too.. It's in ur blood to infuriate others it seems
@Anonymous Miss/Madam.. Your point is valid, but i believe deep is just making his observations here, he has always been critical to many things.. but I believe he is one person in this world, who has the utmost respect for the fairer sex, if you are a regular reader of his blog, you would surely know it.
~Rakesh
Anonymous said…
Thats a decent way of putting without hurting others feeling . He writes what he feels .I comment on what I feel.Thats what is called independence,dogs n cats should understand:))))))))
Deepanjan said…
You've all the right to express yourself. I welcome criticism.

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