|Paul is also scared of spiders and ladybirds|
It was my first official outing with our new driver Ramesh. First stop was Good Earth in Colaba, I’ve been dying to buy a cushion they have with a picture of a Indian woman’s face on it, but Paul hasn’t let me because he said her face was too scary and it would give him nightmares (that will teach you to not like my stories Hanley!) Cushion purchased, the next mission of the evening was to find a car parking space and at 6.15pm on a weekday it wasn’t going to be easy.
After waiting patiently for 30 minutes listening to , a space became available. As traffic was trying to enter the Cricket Club, which is located at the end of the road, we had been required to shift and change our position a few times so we weren’t in the most ideal spot, in fact our unfortunate spot required Ramesh to conduct the most important 3 point turn of his career to date, one that involved avoiding a postal truck, a motor bike, a 4x4, a Suzuki Swift and reversing into the space! It looked impossible and time was running out, if we didn’t hurry someone else was going to park there, I couldn’t live with that, so I got out (as the car was moving because I felt it created more drama) and shouted ‘I’ll reserve the space Ramesh!’ I ran over and stood in the middle of it, declaring it was ours, but as I arrived a sneaky blue car started to pull in to MY space. I stood my ground and said very politely (the way English people do) ‘I am terribly sorry but we have been waiting a very long time, this is ours’. To this the man grunted, tried to run me over and managed to gain half of the space! This got me mad, very mad, it had been a long wait and granted my car wasn’t there yet but I was there first! ‘Excuse me’ I said loudly ‘This is my space, move!’ He just ignored me! It was like I was Israel and he was Palestine, both at logger heads!
|scene of the crime|
After what seemed like hours (it was 15 minutes) of protest, words I didn’t understand and honking the man started to reverse and everyone started cheering. Peer pressure had availed! Feeling exuberated I shouted ‘Go, go, go, Ramesh’ and Ramesh reversed in to the space in expert style, the cheering continued! I went up to my knight in shining armor (the red headed Cool Cab driver, not Ramesh, for all his great reversing techniques I think he is a bit of a wimp, but luckily I make up for it!) and tried to give him fifty rupees to say thank you, but he wouldn’t accept, he just said ‘No, no maaam’ and put his hand on my shoulder as if to say 'it was my pleasure’. I went home and immediately called Paul to tell him of my victory.
The endPlease say that story was worth more than a ‘Good for you???’