The salesman abandoned his plan of heading out at 5:30 AM tomorrow to some distant shithole so I got a windfall holiday..Its criminal to actually expect a weekly off here so it has to be called a windfall and felt appropriately grateful for. Decided to get myself a good dinner to remind that Saturday evenings were supposed to be fun sometime in the past. March to the best restaurant around-Panchsheel Manpasand. Ignore the name, the place is actually half–decent.
I was the only ‘non-phamilee’ chap where most groups were families, ranging from 4 to 6 members. The bahoos of the families here are really like the flashy red beacons on old white ambassadors. They’re seriously dressed so over the top, glitter and all, it even puts the dilliwallahs to shame. The barometer of a family’s success, power and wealth is how much of a glow-worm the family bahoo is.
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and why would that be bad.... for if each outing is but a celebration, a festival.. life gives you just another chance to be happy :o)
really good one dude! was in splits reading it :-)
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