greed is thy creed

was at the exchange today for sending money to meet commitments back to India... the loan to be paid off for a house that we will live God knows when, for the SIPs... so on and so forth... this is a regular ritual...
now with exchange rates for a toss, we gain when we send money home... so there was a mad rush at the exchange... all types were there... the corporate sahib, the poor journo-trying-to-look-rich, the construction workers, the engineers, the bankers... and our man at the exchange counter was trying his best to help out... help out with conversion (that is a mundane request), help out with filling in cheques, help out with the odd request of touching up the rate (and this request came from the most well-dressed man, carrying some thick bundles of currency... and he wanted the best rate... he had called up our man and had warned him of his arrival)... in front of all of us, with pidly amounts...
our man started sweating... how could he do anything, his expression shouted? but the suited-booted corporate man, his bald head shining, would not leave him...
just to postpone the problem, our counter man told him to wait till he had got rid of small-time people like us...
i finished my transaction and while walking away, looked at him to make sure he was within his mind... he was, patiently waiting for a better deal than any one of us had got... the construction worker before me was happy that the rate was better than his last transaction last month... so he walked away in no time
but the baldy wanted more and was waiting, making calls from his Blackberry, but haggling over some decimal points in the rate... is he funny? or am i, for my silly ideas?