truth is funnier than fiction

Post number 3 and still no sign of the first one!?

Anyways, the following conversation - translated into english - took place last weekend - or may be it was friday - when afternoon was not quite 'after', and i was still in deep slumber after the semi-nightout, until woken up by our washerman guy.

my washerman : bhaiya, do you have any clothes to give?
me : haan let me see

my washerman : next year, are you staying in this room itself or shifting somewhere else or going completely? Because if you are going finally, then you must give me some money. Won't you?
me : arre dada, i'm not going anywhere; if i change my room i will let you know. Here, take these, three t-shirts only. And dada wash properly, this one has got a few stains on the sleeve and on the back - while showing him the stains on my tee - they should go.

His next words brought about the most abrubt end to out short confabulation, for as he left in the jiffy this guy is always in, i stood at my door muted, trying to decide which option would be better or wiser or smarter or whatever: to laugh out loud and tell people about it later - now you know which of the two i picked - or call him back and yell like hell.

my washerman : haan bhaiya, see these stains now itself or else when i bring them back you will blame me for putting them there.