There is a kitten that lives at the green grocers (call it a clever marketing ploy: I buy my vegetables from this shop, specifically for this reason). It hides behind the rockmelon and pounces on your toes with ruthless abandon. It is not unusual to find either Shaun or myself sitting on the floor, in the middle of the shop or crawling behind the onion rack in search of said feline.
Savitha, the lady at the store, always has some sort of commentary about this kitten. “He just finished his milk” or “Today he is ill. Cat Doctor is coming”. We nod and smile and try to reply in our broken Kannada (I want a cat - where is the toilet?)
With the craziness of the silly season upon us, Shaun had to go elsewhere and I went shopping solo. Savitha strayed from her usual cat-inspired conversation.
“Where is your brother today?” She asked as she weighed the potatoes.
My brother? I asked; momentarily confused “You mean my husband; Shaun?! He is at university”
It was her turn to be confused. Husband!? She leaned over the counter to peer at me sitting sprawled on the floor, kitten in lap. “But…you don’t act married!”
Next time I go shopping, I will have to wear my apron.
*waves* Hey Sis!
Posted by: Somethingverybig.wordpress.com | 12/23/2010 at 10:22 AM
Haha.
Posted by: Judojen | 01/02/2011 at 08:13 PM