So, I totally vegged out, had a lazy dinner at a Malayalee (Kerala) restaurant called Kairali, in Koramangala. Food was good though limited, as my companion was somehow on a Lent/weight watch routine, so to be polite, I too had to have a peas curry with Kerala paratha (Mallu style=Parota)...
After dinner as I neared the car, I kicked a somewhat large stone, and whatdoyouknow, the dashed stone has go and whack itself on a Rs.1200, dainty shoe!
I was like ohmygodi'msosorry i'msosorry i'msosorry i'msosorry.
But I still got the look and the raised eyebrow (probably got called a neanderthal, in the person's mind). So I had to do the [didijustgetmyselfkilled.com] routine, running through escape lists and available info in my mind, figuring out how badly off I was.
So I did this spectacular thing just takes your breath away.
"Whassup?"
"What what's up?"
"Don't know... um... you know, you seem... unusually quiet..."
"Yeah...?"
"Um..., yeah, quieter than you know... ususal..."
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