This post is a continuation of the my last post with the same title.
She, Then, moved towards the mirror, carefully arranged her hair, clipped it, when it was done, went inside the kitchen.
She came in with an empty jar to offer me water . I just love it when girls daydream and mess things up.
"Fill in your name on the cheque," the principle said.
I took the cheque and gave him cash, they were all 500 hundred rupee notes.
"you know there are so many fake notes in the market these days." he said while counting the notes using his spit.
"yes sir there are," I said
"These notes look suspicious to me." "You see this note, see how prominent the silver ribbon is", he said showing me the note.
Now he had started to really piss my brains off. I took the note inspected it carefully.(the note was perfectly fine)
"No sir I took them out from the ATM just now,"
"But that's no proof that they can't be fake."
"Sir, the note is fine you can check it for yourself . The silver/green security strip has got RBI printed on it, Gandhi's head is printed at center, 500 hundred printed transparently on the side..........
"Wo sab toh thik hai, he stopped me in between.But no one will take it.
"sorry sir I don't have any other note right now."
"Okay do one thing," "sign at back of each note," "just in case I have problems"
"what?" "shut the hell up, you filthy , potbellied egghead". I wanted to say , but that round face and pink lips flashed through my eyes again .I somehow resisted my impulses of abusing him.
I signed the notes, took the cheque, got up and got out.
i don't know how people like him exist. why people like him exist.
2 comments:
but u wrote less about ur princi's daughter...i look forward to know more abt that wet hair,pink lips... or else take me there i'll give him some cash too..lol
Yeah surely ! I just hope my priciple doesn't stumble upon my blog some day.
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