Observation at a restaurant while having dinner on Tuesday:
A lady and her six/seven year old boy walk in.
Lady: Aaj thaali mein bhindi hai?
Waiter: Nahin, Madam.
Lady(to son): Bhindi nahin hai
Lady(to waiter): Bhindi nahin de sakte thaali mein?
Waiter: Nahin, Madam. Bhindi Friday ko hoti hai
Lady(to son): What to do, beta? Bhindi nahin hai
Waiter(Helpfully): Aap separate Bhindi sabzi order kar sakte hain
Lady: No no. We want bhindi in the thaali only.
Waiter(Sadly): Sorry, madam
Rotund guy with suspenders(no belt) assisting his trousers walks in. Pulls and snaps back the suspenders. Puts hands in trouser pockets(such types usually aren’t going to buy-just pass time,usually , but I was wrong this time).
Guy(to waiter): Yeh kya hai?
Guy: woh kya hai?
Waiter: Rabdi(or something like that, he muttered)
Guy: Yeh kya hai?
Waiter: Bhel ka samaan
Guy: (hands still in trouser pockets): Chalo, paani puri khilaao
He then proceeds to roll up his shirt sleeves all the way, picks up 5 squares of tissue paper in one hand(God, what a waste of paper) , and goes and stands touching the paani puri preparation guy, who seems a bit uncomfy at this sudden closeness. Finishes one round, regularly using tissues to wipe the slurpy part of the paani, and then begins another round. Finishes that. Picks out purse, changes his mind. Asks for a lassi(couldn’t resist the temptation, I guess), finishes that. Looks into the bottle freezer again, but is able to resist temptation, so he pays and walks out.
By the end of these two observations, I’d happily finished my dinner.