As we shifted home in Chennai, I had bought a new cupboard. Two hefty guys agreed to lift the heavy cupboard to the second floor.
“Just give a helping hand,” suggested the heavier guy.
I did. And within seconds I realized the entire load was on me. The two guys were sweating as profusely as me, but at least they were getting paid for it.
After we managed to reach the second floor, the second one suggested that a cold drink would be great. The first one insisted that the amount negotiated was less and they needed extra money.
I agreed to both the demands out of sympathy.
But the worst was yet to come. Collecting the money, the hefty guy commented: “Sir, you should eat better. You sweat so much even after lifting a little weight. Stop rice and go for rotis.”
(Roti is a traditional bread in India and Pakistan)