Posted by Haris Gulzar on August 6, 2009
A couple of days back I went to the MAKRO cash and carry centre where I experienced aunty-ism at its best. Yeah that’s right. I was accompanying my brother’s family and I had control of the trolley. It was Sunday I guess, and was around evening time so the place was crowded. Almost all the checkout counters were full except one where there was an aunty putting the things she bought on the counter. I stood behind her waiting for my turn. Naturally, I kept some distance from the aunty in front of me.
Hardly a couple of minutes would have passed when another aunty swiftly brought her trolley and stood right between me and the aunty in front of me. She didn’t even look at me let aside asking me if she could take my place. I think I did mention that I can’t easily control my anger. My brother was looking at me as if he’d just eat me the very next second. He said “Why can’t you be careful’” and I was like, What can I do, she’s an AUNTY after all😦. Me being a Mashraqi larka, couldn’t think of anything, and she just stood there as if she didn’t do anything. That was when I said:
Me: Excuse me.
Me: I was standing in line before you.
Aunty: Is that a line you’re standing in?
Me: I was keeping some distance because of the aunty in front of me.
Aunty: OK no problem.
Me: So…. will you please move?
Aunty: You can take your turn, I’m just standing here.
I don’t really know what she meant with this. She probably wanted me to push her out of the line and take control of my turn, because otherwise she wasn’t willing to move. That was when my Bhabi took control of things and moved our trolley right next to the aunty in front of us, who by now was almost done with checking out…
Aunty-ism isn’t it?😛.