Wednesday, September 19, 2012

FDI

A busy shopping complex.  Everyone is busy.  Everyone is in a hurry.
Everyone is shopping.  Everyone is shopping with credit cards and debit cards.
An old woman was in the queue at the delivery counter.  She had the debit card given by the FDI outlet.
“Your identification number, madam,” said the counter-boy.
“But… Ramu, I’m your mother!” said the woman.

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