Keepin’ It Real, All the Way to the Toilet
As much as I don’t want to admit it, I think that drinking Rs. 1 (2.5cent) chai with Amand three days in a row has re-inflicted me with Delhi Belly. It’s not as bad as the first time. I skipped a day of work then. I also threw up. This time I haven’t skipped work or thrown up – although I felt like it at lunch today.
For lunch I went to a typically South Indian restaurant with my colleagues, told them my stomach was better – and it usually is better, until I eat – and they proceeded to get their usual enjoyment from (1.) shoveling piles and varieties of Indian food at me, (2.) from me thinking the Indian food delicious and (3.) then everyone telling me I’m Indian. Back at the office this afternoon, however, I didn’t see any of my Indian dining companions abandoning their desk for 40 minutes. I abandoned. Twice.
For lunch I went to a typically South Indian restaurant with my colleagues, told them my stomach was better – and it usually is better, until I eat – and they proceeded to get their usual enjoyment from (1.) shoveling piles and varieties of Indian food at me, (2.) from me thinking the Indian food delicious and (3.) then everyone telling me I’m Indian. Back at the office this afternoon, however, I didn’t see any of my Indian dining companions abandoning their desk for 40 minutes. I abandoned. Twice.
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