"May I help you sir?"





"What can I do for you mam?" or "May I help you sir?". We get to hear such phrases everyday in shops, service centers, restaurants, salons. But, the question is, if we shall get pleased and consider ourselves above all the people who work for us or under us. When we flaunt our newly acquired hairstyle, we do not give any credit to the hairdresser, do we? When we buy a sassy dress out of a high end boutique, do we care enough to think twice about the employee who was on her heels to help us choose the best possible garment to show off on an evening with friends? How many of us take some time out of our valuable routines to ponder over the fact that everyone who goes all out to help us, even if it is because of the nature of his or her job, must be addressed as Mam and Sir. 

What is the use of our incessant prattle about everyone being equal and important? If everyone is truly equal then why not be polite enough to respect them for their kindness and a helping hand? There is always a chance to take a step towards something good and towards becoming someone better, even in the slightest possible way. Wouldn't it be great to bring a smile on the face of someone who works day and night and makes your day? It does not hurt, trust me :) 

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