Shopping we go!
Most Indians in Houston make the almost religious trek to Hillcroft at least once a month. But me, I try to run-away from Hillcroft! As far as I can get… don’t get me wrong, I love shopping. I am the kind of person who loves looking at what each store has to offer. Be it groceries, cosmetics or clothes, there is something so relieving about shopping. It is de-stressing and therapeutical. Be it in Chennai or Houston or anywhere else in the world, give me some stores I’ll be happy. But a trip to Hillcroft is a scary prospect. I put it off, I cook up hundred and one reasons and find desi groceries at other places and go on!
You ask me why and I try and think. I Why should I be scared of Hillcroft and that is the answer I have been trying to find myself. I did make a quick run to Hillcroft a few days ago and just jotted down a quick letter to some of the Unclejis and Auntyjis there; here they are:
Uncleji,
I come to the checkout counter all tired and ready to keep moving homeward. I just want you to bill my items and all I can spare at that instance is a smile and a quick thank you. I am not, I repeat, I am NOT, ready to hear you scream at your Mexican workers. They might be slacking off their job but please refrain from screaming at them into my ears. I have a sensitive ear and I cannot take in the language and the tirade that follows.
Auntyji,
If you see me at your fancy store in Houston, it just means one thing: that I am really desperate. I am the sort of person who knows exactly what I want and if I am at your over-crowded, dusty room called store, it is because I need something to wear for the party coming up and I am desperate. And when I am at your store, it is great that you offer to help me. But I’ll politely decline your help but please don’t start giving me a big lecture on how to select jewelery and how I am supposed to bring my dress to match up. Please, I like to browse and when I see the right piece, the bells will ring. And if I am desperate for help, believe me, I’ll ask. Don’t expect me to be the daughter you never had to advise what I should wear and how I should deck up. And hover over me unnecessarily. I do not plan to run away with the Rs 50 fancy jewellery you sell for $ 50. And no please don’t peep out to see who my escort is. It could be anyone and no, I don’t like your asking personal questions. Yes! I don’t lie. I still have respect for elders and will reply Why can’t you stop at that? . Please stop making judgments about me without knowing me. How can you draw such conclusions about me in the five minutes I have been in your store?
Uncleji,
I know the highly respectable person behind me in the line is somehow related to you and you are meeting him after a long time. But that doesn’t mean you should carry on a conversation with him while I wait to get my purchases checked out. Please I can put a smile and wait for a couple of seconds but it is really irritating to wait, patiently shifting the heavy basket as you inquire about all your long-lost friends and relatives and how old the dog is and if it is house-broken and stuff. It is really a patience-tester and yes this isn’t they way you treat a customer.
And after reading all these letters to the store-owners do you still wonder why I rarely go to Hillcroft?
Roop Rai
May 18, 2008 at 4:55 amheh we went there today to the Udipi Cafe for dosas 😀