Not much d(h)rama, this wednesday...

Today was a busy day. I was busy doing what i am paid for. (You know, one of those days that comes & goes! This is obviously one of my attempts...please laugh out loud, in charity, so that I continue to be the respectable professional that i am!). Anyway, so, not much of house hunting carried out. The other day, my friend & I had gone out looking for places that would have sticky bills with room ads. Smart-ass thinking. Let the source be a secret - I shall not endanger 24 (precise) years of built-up reputation. A dented image, yes; but not wholly so. Not yet. And not to mention, I am mature enough not to resort to such cheap things (C'mon, being over 25 by a couple of years, such poise of thought comes naturally to me!). Getting back on track, for the millionth time, to the room hunting story.. My friend, obviously, being a man, felt like he's sort of incharge of the situation & hence, the guide, expert et al, just like how all men feel, usually. He flipped his phone out & dialed a number in a matter-of-fact & apparent lateral approach to the situation on hand. The legendary phone had a feature that would stylishly voice out the number being dialed. How that helped, I have no idea! But yes, this feature came with a flaunt of style - as guessed, totally unwarranted, from him. Well, so he called another smart-ass friend in the area, from his vast(?!) network, to find out about the nearest place that would have such bills. The nearest place was a supermarket about 7 minutes away; not so near, considering our feet were sore, we were hungry & were at the fag, fatigue end of the day! Yet, we managed against all odds, to drag ourselves to that coveted place. From across the road, we were looking for signs of bills and heaved a sigh of relief when we found, on the door of that supermarket, One, yes only one bill. Atleast something! Heaving a sigh again, this time loudly, we crossed the road to get a closer look at the bill. It read "Stick no bills"..