Thee Maketh a Chameleon

Have you been to a hypermarket or a big shopping store in India?
Have you had this creepy feeling of the sales guys or the front-office staff sometimes staring away like crazy at you? Have you ever felt the urge to say "Bloody Villager" and instead walked away gritting your teeth and mumbling "kahan kahan sey aa jaate hein pata nahin" (God knows where do they all come from)?
Well if you agree in the affirmative then let me disclose this to you...YES, most of the times, these front office people in the supermarkets do hail from the nearest villages.
They are impeccably groomed by the training staff, and overnight, they are forced to transform themselves to suit your skin and flavour.
The funny part almost always happens inevitably.

Neither the clothes, nor the perfumes maketh a gentleman.It is the grooming received through years of grinding in the education systems of our country.
Just as power yoga does not make everybody a Baba Ramdev, similarly wearing the uniforms and trying to look chic does not make one a gentleman.

Unfortunately our retail market biggies do not realise this.In their never-ending quest for cost-cutting they bring in such kind of recruits whose hands inevitably visit their crotch everytime they see a babe !
And to top it all, their Customer Care department takes up the grisly task of converting a yesterday's eve-teaser to a front-office, customer-facing (staring) Chameleon.
It has made life more harassed for customers who can't do much more than glare back or at the most grin and bear it.
I think our Retail stores need to realise that there is a thing called as education, and class comes bundled with it.