This happened a few weeks back and I always wanted to say this. So, here it is, loud and clear....hopefully!
It’s a bright Monday morning. I’m early to work and perilously hungry, but something goes terribly wrong…
Calvin: Arey, ek Misal Pav dena.
Raju, man with the dirty plastic glove: Sirhh, abhi tak ‘Pav’ aaya nahi. Thodayeh time maieh ayega. (Yes, South Indian bugga.)
*Beeeeep* I swipe out to go back to my work station. Suddenly I see a man approaching the canteen with a gazillion pavs. I change my destination and follow the man with the pav back to the canteen.
Raju, man with the dirty glove: Arey Pav aaya.
Calvin: (*Screming thought-cloud*) Raaaaaaacissssstttt
