Possibly the rudest breakfast ever?

Possibly the rudest breakfast ever?

A couple of days ago, thrillingly, I was filmed for a possible documentary about running.

(Yes, yes, promise, I’ll tell you more as and when I’m authorised to.)

A delightful young film crew came up from Bombay and with 2 Delhi based youngsters, off we went for a long hot morning of filming yours truly running in various venues.  The film crew’s day had started at 4am, mine at 5, so by mid/late morning we were all sorely in need of sustenance.  Our driver suggested CP (the place, yaar, not me 🙂 ) and so off we went.

First choice for chai and parathas was closed.

Second choice…well.

What can I say?

Rudest proprietor ever.  So rude that it was verging on being an art-form.

No, we couldn’t have 1 stuffed paratha.  The minimum order was 2.

No, we couldn’t have more butter.  Did we know how much butter cost?

And on it went.

No. Snarl. Slap down the order.

The 5 of us – 4 youngsters and your truly –  giggled away like silly school kids, and as we left, in a fit of final silliness, they persuaded me to go back and ask the surliest man in India whether I could take a selfie with him.

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Lo and behold, as they say.

Surliest man in India agreed.

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And then came the cracker of a comment.  In English.

“You are like my sister”

Poor sister, is all I can say 😛

8 Comments

  1. Sanjeev Chhabra

    Dear CP (the place, yaar, not me ? ),
    (and this is how thou shall be called hereinforth)
    Have you tried CP as a post run breaker before? CP being a purely office estate, is lazy days for these guys feeding the teeming millions. They are all their laziest and surliest best on Sunday morning.
    This requires a new blog on Post Run Breakfast Joints on Sunday.

    Or was he the surliest of the surlies?

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