Sometimes, and every now and then, a guy can be a complete jackass.
I was sitting in a coffee shop this afternoon – at Nehru Place, to be exact. And, at Starbucks, to be more exact. I actually don’t like Starbucks in India. Horrible coffee and uncomfortable seats. Costa Coffee and Coffee Bean are much better. However, I was too lazy to walk across to Costa Coffee, and so I found myself in Starbucks. I am, by the way, a tea drinker and not a coffee drinker. Coffee, to me, is brown,muddy liquid.
I was in a bad mood, and I had had some absolutely yummy but spicy mutton biryani. I have, over my years in consumer sales in India, developed a reasonable ability to tolerate spicy food, but today took the cake. I had my tongue lolling out, and steam coming out of my ears. And, steam in my brain.
Luckily, I saw this chap having coffee with a young girl. They were there for each other’s company, and not the coffee. Their coffee was long gone, and they sat chatting with each other.
He was wearing some strange hoody, and was seated, with his body square into the table. She was wearing a short jacket, top and nice trousers, with red shoes. Her finger nail polish matched the shoes. Her chair was angled towards him, and she sat towards him, with open body.
As he spoke, she laughed, arranged her hair, and swung her foot up and down. Every now and then, she would take her shoe off, and swing her pink toenails dangerously close to his knee. All the time, she continued to sit with him, body open towards him, arranging her hair, and occasionally preening for him.
I was tempted to take a photograph, but held my temptation to do so.
His body did not move one millimetre towards her. There were times when she sat there, and he attended to his phone. Then, he would speak to her, evidently more into his speech than into the look in her eyes, and her body language.
This went on for more than half an hour. An empty table stood between them, and I think that the man regarded his closed hands and the table as some sort of insurmountable rock.
Or maybe, in his smug laughter, he just did not see the body language.
Or, maybe, under that stupid hoody, he just did not know how to respond.
Sometimes a guy ……. is just a jackass!!
NB:- I think The Shah Of Blah now needs to wake up…