A sense of decency.
To be or not to be. Rather-to write or not to write. Probably it will sound foolish or-if I would like to be precise - quite careless. It all depends upon our personal sensetiveness which usually differs from person to person. I was standing in a queue for drawing money. There were at least 7/8 persons before in the said queue. While looking aimlessly hither and thither my eyes caught the cashier's dress. She was a young lady busy doing her job quite effeciently. The fan was just over her head running at full speed as it was quite hot. The front button of the lady's shirt got unknowingly opened and all eyes were forced to notice this. I couldn't take it any longer as my sense of decency compelled me to request the lady -standing before me- to alert the cashier. Surprisingly the lady (40/45 yrs old) started smiling and denied my request. Her excuse was that the young lady might feel insulted and humiliated!! Later I discussed the matter with my wife and -more surprisin