Sadly, I can't say no!

I suck at saying no. When a sales person asks me if I am intereseted in the thing he/she/it is selling, my brain goes - "I would much rather buy a '101 things you did not know, or for that matter never wanted know, about that old dude from Astha' than this shit" but my mouth goes "OK" helplessly. If it were not for my mom, I would have bought about 23 vacuum cleaners . I would also have a gazillion kind of biscuits, all sort of new washing powder, a million MODI products, a whole lot of ear buds, polish cloth and ad-mags.

I hate sales people. They can sense your weakness and they attack you like a lion hunting out a young wildebeest. They are all ears all the time. They sense the modulation in your voice - that single millisecond pause or hesitation in what you are saying and boom - before you know, you are sitting in a barber shop on a Monday morning, already late to work, with a thick sticky paste on your face, thinking nothing but, "Why am I getting a fucking facial??"

YES! I am Pavan and I got conned into getting a facial! A fucking facial. For no apparent reason. I debated with myself for 2 weeks as to post this or not. Now that the effects are wearing out and I am not freakishly, unnaturally fair, I thought I will write about it.

I walk into office the next day. A team mate goes - "Dude you look fair" and I go "I had a facial" and the entire team laughs for the next 15 seconds. Let me tell you - 15 seconds is a long time. Long enough for me to realise that I should laugh as well to make it appear like a joke!

So, there it is. I blame it all on the dude who conned me into it. I just can't say no. Come to me wearing a tie and fake smile and you can sell me a dead, blind rat after most of its kidneys have rottened. Damn!