Ass and Masala Tea.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
So I'm in the Delhi airport in the business class lounge, waiting for my midnight flight. And someone nearby keeps farting. I hate typing that word, it feels so crass. But that's what's happening. And it smells like ass and masala...hence the title. Nasty.
I got up and moved. The smell returned. I began wondering if perhaps I'm tearing ass and not noticing, but alas, I am not. I assure you, 'tis the truth.
So here I sit, in an unescapable cloud of ass and masala. For another hour and a half or so. Then it's off to Memphis, where I shall post in more detail, including videos of camels, pictures of colleagues, and details of an impending return trip. Oy veh.
Danyavaad.
Currently in Delhi
Currently listening to Alanis Morissette - Tapes
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