braVo..

"Can I have my stuff please? ...this ain't mine." I instructed the fellow at the collection counter again, as he forwarded a raunchy magazine towards me. With onlookers (old Parsi aunties..et al) seeming to silently question my integrity at the family store, he insisted "Madam, this is yours." This actually went on for about 5 minutes, because I didn't yell-out "Brassiere...I want my goddamn brassiere, not the damn porno!"

Now, I’ve bought stuff from this store before, and never has such an event occurred. Anyway, soon enough after those 5 minutes, another guy intervened to fix the hubbub. He swept one glance at the magazine and said, “The magazine is free with the stuff you bought, here's your stuff madam.”

“Wow..Umm... Thanks.”