In India, there are people who walk into a a restaurant and wait to be seated. They look around for a waiter to direct them and, in the absence of said waiter, they wait a little and then sit at a seat that pleases them. Then there are people who walk into a restaurant and just plonk down into whatever seat they like, without even breaking their stride. Whether they are alone or dragging a less obnoxious friend with them, or worse, a girlfriend.
The first kind waits for the waiter to arrive, the second kind calls the waiter over. The first diligently looks at the menu and orders something from the menu. The second doesn't bother looking at the menu and starts off by asking about the food he wants to eat - it doesn't matter if he's in a Punjabi restaurant and he wants to eat a pizza. "You know the 100g packet of Amul butter? Get one of those and put that in the dish I just ordered ... what do you mean you don't have that in the restaurant? Just pick it up from a nearby store ... come on dude, I'm sure the store across the street sells it, just send out someone and pick it up ... just put it on my bill, but go pick it up."
The first is probably reading a book by himself, or if with a friend, talks quietly. The second talks louder than the rest of the patrons of the restaurant and you can easily hear his opinion on his boss, his family, the latest movies and the food.
The first eats his food quietly without complaining (unless it's terrible). The second constantly calls the waiter over to comment on the food, tell him the rotis are not cooked properly and that the curry could do with more salt.
And then in the end, the first looks at the second and wonders what's wrong with that person, if he was hugged too little or too much as a child, if he beats his wife at home, if he is hated at work, if the waiter is going to spit in his food but in the end, wanting to become the second person. And then goes home to blog about him.
The first kind waits for the waiter to arrive, the second kind calls the waiter over. The first diligently looks at the menu and orders something from the menu. The second doesn't bother looking at the menu and starts off by asking about the food he wants to eat - it doesn't matter if he's in a Punjabi restaurant and he wants to eat a pizza. "You know the 100g packet of Amul butter? Get one of those and put that in the dish I just ordered ... what do you mean you don't have that in the restaurant? Just pick it up from a nearby store ... come on dude, I'm sure the store across the street sells it, just send out someone and pick it up ... just put it on my bill, but go pick it up."
The first is probably reading a book by himself, or if with a friend, talks quietly. The second talks louder than the rest of the patrons of the restaurant and you can easily hear his opinion on his boss, his family, the latest movies and the food.
The first eats his food quietly without complaining (unless it's terrible). The second constantly calls the waiter over to comment on the food, tell him the rotis are not cooked properly and that the curry could do with more salt.
And then in the end, the first looks at the second and wonders what's wrong with that person, if he was hugged too little or too much as a child, if he beats his wife at home, if he is hated at work, if the waiter is going to spit in his food but in the end, wanting to become the second person. And then goes home to blog about him.
1 comment:
I think you can be the second. You talk loud and ask the waiter what is in your food etc:)
But very interesting you noticed it. It is really two types of people but I think most of us fall in the middle.
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