A friend of mine (who is not very articulate in times of shock) was travelling by auto the other day. The place she caught the auto from is quite notorious for rigged meters. So, she got in and kept a keen eye on the meter.
The rick started and for a few moments there was nothing. Then, in a matter of few seconds, the meter started ticking rapidly. 0, then 1, then 2.
Surprised, she shouted at the rickshaw guy, “Bhaiyya, dekho…Ek ke baad do aaya!”
Unfazed, the guy replied, “Woh to hamesha hi hota hai, madam.”
Sigh! The world weariness of the poor suffering soul.
The rick started and for a few moments there was nothing. Then, in a matter of few seconds, the meter started ticking rapidly. 0, then 1, then 2.
Surprised, she shouted at the rickshaw guy, “Bhaiyya, dekho…Ek ke baad do aaya!”
Unfazed, the guy replied, “Woh to hamesha hi hota hai, madam.”
Sigh! The world weariness of the poor suffering soul.
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