Of a Personal Space Bubble

Okay, so I was out a while back getting flat-bread and I had the strangest experience. Now, this certain experience is usually expected to occur when you're travelling in a bus. But with a roti-wala?

So, I'm standing minding my own business and this asshole with pointy man-boobs and a hard-on squeezes behind me. And those three points start prodding me. Now, I didn't know at that time how old the guy was and if he was doing this on purpose or someone was shoving. So, being a nice guy, I ignored it. The man in front of me had an orphanage to feed with the 30 rotis he ordered. Then came a waiter from the nearby dhaba. The roti-wala gives preference to this dhaba and he can literally nick the rotis before we can even touch them. So he started stealing rotis. Now combined with the tri-poke from behind, this was getting on my nerves. So I turned around to see the happy-faggot and he turns out to be some dude in his late 20s... okay... and there's no one behind him... I yell "FAG! QUIT IT" (yes, in English) and proceeded to aggressively get the roti and come home. (Yes, you can laugh)

This experience reminds me of another experience that in my view was far worse.

Week or so back, I finally shaved for some reason. That evening, I went to our local video-wala to rent "The Surrogates" (They should retire Bruce Willis.) Before I could rent out the movie and watch it from the comfortable chair in my room, the video-wala decided to give me some facial grooming tips. He went on and on about how "safety razors are haram and if you want to shave you should get those hair-clippers and use them, because razors will make your beard stiff and if you use the clippers my beard will be baby-soft and you should touch my beard to see what I mean.." wait, what?? Yes, he wanted me to touch his beard. OMGWTF He insisted I touch his beard, and not be shy about it. Suffice to say, I went to the shop next door and ended up buying the movie for twice what I pay to rent it.

I don't know about you, dear readers, but I for one, don't like touching other people for no damn reason. A handshake is pretty much it for me.

Tomorrow I go to Sunday Bazaar.

Of Entrance Tests

I'm finally done with my two entrance tests.

Yesterday was a colleague's wedding/reception/something with food involved. It's strange how people look different when they're about to be married.

Anyhoo. My entrance tests are done, so now I go and read One Piece and then sleep.