I woke up at 4:30am to say goodbye to Dave. Well, mostly to lock the door behind him because I'm petrified of getting locked in the apartment. Again. Poor guy was even sicker than I had been that day. To be that sick and about to get on a 14 hour flight…yikes! I felt so bad for him!
I said my goodbyes, locked the door, and fell back into bed. Waking up this morning, I finally felt a little better. Suresh was late to pick me up and in a sour mood. I'm fairly certain he was aiming for potholes this morning, which was not the best medicine for my very sensitive stomach. I got to work, noticeably pale, to the point that Savs (on her first day back from a US rotation)was asking me what was wrong. By midday, I was fine enough to go to Costa for a croissant. I found a comfy chair and made myself at home, spending the lunch hour reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest before heading back in.
We had a really productive team meeting today and I finally felt like some of my hard work was paying off. Nothing brightens your day like a feeling of accomplishment.
Cab ride home was…hmm…let's cal it "interesting." I went to meet Suresh in the lobby and he told me to sit down, which automatically annoyed me. Apparently he was waiting for a phone call at the reception desk. Whatever. So then we get in the car and spend 40 minutes navigating through traffic. Driving in India is like playing an intense game of Tetris. It's all about where you can fit your car. Anyway, about five minutes away from my apartment, Suresh randomly asked me if I was asleep. Then he proceeded to ask me if I liked tomatoes and/or tomato soup (I couldn't tell) so I just mumbled "sure." Then he said, "I make you tomato soup." Um…what? I couldn't figure out what I had agreed to a few minutes prior. I'm not doing this justice. Here's how it went:
Suresh: Are you awake? Do you like tomatoes (tomato soup)?
Tara: Sure.
Suresh: I make you tomato soup.
Tara: Thanks, but I'm really tired.
Suresh: I make you tomato soup in apartment.
Tara: Wait, you already made tomato soup in the apartment?
Suresh: Yes, apartment.
Tara: What?
Suresh: You want tomato soup?
Tara: Um…no thanks. I've been kind of feeling sick and not eating.
Suresh: I make you tomato soup.
Tara: Not tonight, but thank you.
Suresh: Okay.
Conversation over. We didn't speak again. Not entirely sure what happened there. Kind of weirded out by the whole experience to be honest.
Now I'm waiting—1.5 hours later—for my Papa Johns. Yes, I ordered Papa Johns in India. Sue me.
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