At the ATM this morning:
“Omg… hi! Aren’t you in fashion industry?!”
“No.”
“Yes, I have seen you somewhere!”
“No, you haven’t…”
“Yes, I have.”
“No, really, you haven’t. I’m not from here.”
“Where are you from?”
“The US.”
“Oh. Well you really look like someone. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure! Bye.”
Minutes later:
Cabby: “Madam, aap kaha se ho?”
“US. Lekin, Mummy Daddy India se hai.”
“Aacha! Meine socha tha ki aap foreign hai. Aacha Mummy Daddy umrika mein hai aur aap shaadi karane liye India aaye?”
“Kya?! No. Jaldise drive karo please.”
This is what a start to a day in India sounds like.
*Edit* Told this to my friends here and they immediately told me to check if my ATM card was still in my purse... Oh, India.
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