i've mentioned before the unusual amount of indian folks living in my apartment complex. i've also mentioned that NONE of the woman work and very rarely leave the house (unless they're congregating during the day while my sorry ass is working) except to walk around and around and around the apartment grounds.
occasionally, we'll encounter curbs made out of 3 or 4 or 5 indian ladies. it's dark and we'll go to pull into a spot between two cars that we can't see too well and our lights shine on a bunch of them sitting on the curb of the space. and, exactly like deer in headlights, they don't move. they don't smile or hold up their hands in greeting to say "hey, me and my chicas are just resting our feet after making curry all day, would you mind parking elsewhere?" nothing. so we have to just find another spot.
and that, kids, is the story of the curbs made out of indian ladies.
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