Why Aren’t the Clothes Speaking? Today is Saturday and here I am, in a super center; the biggest store, where everything for our daily use is available. The store opens for twenty four hours. I am here to shop. But I am here, late in the evening because I was busy in the morning and the afternoon, cleaning my house. I cleaned the rooms with the vacuum cleaner, washed the cars, mowed the lawn, mopped the kitchen and organized the living room. I always pile up these chores for weekend. My weekdays are so busy that I don’t even have time to do my laundry. I have to go to work even on Sunday. So I always pile up chores to do on Saturday. Saturday is my own day, it is not sold like the other days. Just a few minutes ago I entered the store. Without any confusion I went straight to the men’s section because the sign ‘on sale’ drew my attention. I saw the price tags hanging on the clothes. They were amazing. I calculated the costs; the cost is my five- minute wage, enough to buy four...