Today I went to go pay my internet bill. All this happened in between my house and the office, which is less than 2 miles from my house.
a few minutes after getting in the auto, the driver kicks everyone in the back out and let five people squeeze in the back with their huge bags. FIVE! it's meant for three. i was sitting in the front, thankfully.
get cycled right through a muslim marching band full of old men wearing sparkly red uniforms and playing makeshift drums and brass instruments, complete with a huge sign leading the way.
see two men and a boy stop traffic to herd a group (flock? herd?) of goats across a busy street
see a man cycling with hundreds of eggs strapped to every possible location on his bike
witness a group of men taking their baths in the neighborhood lake (don't worry, they were wearing lungis)
When I finally got to the office, I paid the bill at the "LADIES/SENIORS/PHYSICALLY CHALLENGED" counter, because of course those three categories should be lumped together. Strangely enough, the only three people in front of me were men that were neither physically challenged nor seniors, unless that now means 30 years and above.
So absurd, and yet...so typical.
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