No, I Can't Bargain.

No i cant. I really cant. You have no business to look so shocked. So what if i cant. Oh i must? Thank you but no thank you. Bargaining was never my cup of tea. When did u learn it anyway? I must have been absent when it was taught.
People treat me almost like an invalid, like not knowing how to bargain is a handicap. When i enter places like linking road i am swathed in a cocoon of protective people least, Oh God forbid, someone catches a glimpse of my innocent face.
Street shopping mainly consists of me pointing what i like, handing my wallet to a friend and spend the next few minutes watching her heroically battle for a pair of ballet flats.
I am not much of a shopper though i do love it. I tend to regard squealing over a SALE sign with disdain. Shopping for me is passing by a few shops then heading to crosswords and then the food court.
clothes? ok. but books? Ah books.
The wonderful smell of fresh crisp pages make me delirious. I totally advocate and encourage squealing over a SALE sign in crosswords.
most of my shopping trips are intermittently fraught with efforts of dragging me out of the bright yellow enticing place i call a second home.
some people have a weakness for shoes, but i on the other hand don't mind reading barefoot.
Now books are something i can bargain for.
It is a open but guarded secret that matunga is home to not just eskays and filter coffee but also book stalls.
Books laid out on a bed sheet on the footpath send people like me in raptures.
Yes more people like me exist. Oh stop rolling your eyes, if they get stuck like that, where would we be?
I walk like a boss to the book stalls. expertly bargain and walk away. its a nice feeling.
Bargaining. Yes i just might know how to bargain, only for what i really want.