A Taste Of My Own Medicine…

I was parking my car near office. My office that is. Just clarifying.

*Random guy walks upto me*

Him: Sir!

Me: Yeah?

Him: You have a dent on your car!

Me: No sh*t, Sherlock.

Him: Would you like to get rid of it?

*I’d knew that this conversation was heading towards some cheap street product*

Me: No. 

Him: What? You don’t want your car repaired? 

Me: Yes, I do. Obviously!

Him: I got this product! Really good! It’ll repair all dents and scratches! 

Me: No thanks!

Him: It’s is really good! Let me show you a demo!

Me: Dude! No need! I’ll get fixed at the service center! 

Him: Sir, this is much cheaper! The service center will charge you 8000! This is 1000! 1/8th of the cost!

Me: Dude! I’m not interested alright? 

Him: Ok sir, have a good day. 

Me: You too!

Him: Aapki condition serious hai! 

Me: What the %^&*? 

*That guy walks away grinning ear to ear*


This was written as a part of Indiblogger and Cadbury Five Star‘s #ConditionSeriousHai contest.

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