Just choosing an umbrella..!

With the rains expected I decided to go over to the umbrella store and chose a good sturdy one to beat the monsoons. I was a little surprised to see a much wider range than they had the year before.
“Are you a student sir?” asked the pleasant looking salesman inside the store.
“What difference would that make?” I asked equally pleasantly.
“The student kind have extra strong steel ribs inside that are able to with stand a lathi charge,” he said without a change in his pleasant face, “and instead of cloth we use tarpaulin to withstand water cannons during a morcha or bandh!”
I told him I wasn’t a student and we moved into the interiors of the shop, “Would sir want a transparent one or one which will safeguard his privacy?”
“I wonder what privacy there is to safe guard in the rains!” I laughed and the pleasant looking salesman laughed with me, “ I assume sir is single?” 
“Why should you assume that?” I asked a little crossly.
“Because if your madam walks a little close to you in the monsoon, or if sir has forgotten to put his top shirt button, the moral police will immediately arrest you!” I told the young salesman that my wife and I kept a decent distance between us even during the rains, “And I always wear my top button,” I shouted.
“But sir you have a beard!” said the owner coming quickly as soon as he heard my raised voice.
“So what?” I shouted.
“You could be mistaken for a terrorist!” said the owner and the salesman smiled at his owner, looked at me and nodded in agreement. 
“I’ll take the one that isn’t transparent!” I whispered and the pleasant looking salesman smiled his approval as his boss went back to the counter.
I looked at the different handles and decided to take the curved one.
“Don’t!” hissed the salesman.
“Why?” I asked sharply pulling my hand away.
“It’s the same shape as the finance minister’s walking stick,” he said.
“So what?” I asked, “I have no such dislike for the minister to avoid choosing something that looks like his stick!”
“But you will be mistaken for forcing a new tax on the public, the handle might give you away, and the people may lynch you!”.
I had no idea it was so difficult choosing an umbrella and walked out and into the raincoat shop next door. “Do you want a thin plastic type or a canvas one sir?” asked another pleasant looking salesman. “To beat the water cannons, the moral police and the HRD minister isn’t it?” I asked laughing hysterically. “Just to beat the monsoons sir..!” said the salesman and looked at me strangely.
    
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Just choosing an umbrella..!

With the rains expected I decided to go over to the umbrella store and chose a good sturdy one to beat the monsoons. I was a little surprised to see a much wider range than they had the year before. Are you a student sir? asked the pleasant looking salesman inside the store. What difference would that make? I asked equally pleasantly. The student kind have extra strong steel ribs inside that are able to with stand a lathi charge, he said without a change in his pleasant face, and instead of cloth we use tarpaulin to withstand water cannons during a morcha or bandh! I told him I wasnt a student and we moved into the interiors of the shop, Would sir want a transparent one or one which will safeguard his privacy? I wonder what privacy there is to safe guard in the rains! I laughed and the pleasant looking salesman laughed with me, I assume sir is single? Why should you assume that? I asked a little crossly. Because if your madam walks a little close to you in the monsoon, or if sir has forgotten to put his top shirt button, the moral police will immediately arrest you! I told the young salesman that my wife and I kept a decent distance between us even during the rains, And I always wear my top button, I shouted. But sir you have a beard! said the owner coming quickly as soon as he heard my raised voice. So what? I shouted. You could be mistaken for a terrorist! said the owner and the salesman smiled at his owner, looked at me and nodded in agreement. Ill take the one that isnt transparent! I whispered and the pleasant looking salesman smiled his approval as his boss went back to the counter. I looked at the different handles and decided to take the curved one. Dont! hissed the salesman. Why? I asked sharply pulling my hand away. Its the same shape as the finance ministers walking stick, he said. So what? I asked, I have no such dislike for the minister to avoid choosing something that looks like his stick! But you will be mistaken for forcing a new tax on the public, the handle might give you away, and the people may lynch you!. I had no idea it was so difficult choosing an umbrella and walked out and into the raincoat shop next door. Do you want a thin plastic type or a canvas one sir? asked another pleasant looking salesman. To beat the water cannons, the moral police and the HRD minister isnt it? I asked laughing hysterically. Just to beat the monsoons sir..! said the salesman and looked at me strangely. [email protected]