My eyes water when I am sneezy and have a runny nose. Am I a cat?
Here is an example of either mad bargaining skills or extreme gullibility: I was on Commercial Street today, lugging around something like 10 kgs of clothes, when I came across a dude selling these decorative strings with beads and pompoms and little animals. I made the mistake of stopping and looking and asking the price. “950 for one, but I’ll give it to you for 650.” I smile, shake my head no, and move on. What on earth would I do with it anyways? So I go to the alterations shop (the ever-present embroiderer informs me that the tailor is taking some time off), blouse piece shop (the owner himself attended to me with a charming old-world courtesy), the lace shop, and the dupatta shop before heading off to meet my mother at a preappointed spot. And there that dude finds me again. Please won’t I buy a pair for 650? I shake my head no. At this point I’m really not interested in these things at all. The price drops. 500. 400. 300. This is his no-profit price, apparently. I try to get him to understand that it’s not the price that’s the problem, but I can’t walk away so this is really not getting through to him. Please, I would be his first sale of the day/night. There was a certain amount of desperation. This might have been true. I could give them as gifts! That became a way out. I could always just give them to Jay’s mother, who apparently likes anything with elephants. So I bought them, dear reader. My mother turned up about 15 seconds after he finally left.
I’m trying to watch the India vs. England test match, but am getting rather distracted by nipples. There are all these fabulous pecs in tight white shirts. Sadly, Ishant Sharma isn’t playing this match so my pervy little heart won’t be completely satisfied. His hair! He looks like a grunge god.
Update: I checked, and he’s 25. Thank goodness.