Too much of a good thing
Sunday, July 6, 2008
A left here, a right there
If you don't think locating a Reebok store on Sampige road in Malleshwaram is the most frustrating thing to do, only next to living through Madonna's 4 minutes, then you my friend, excuse me for this, think from between your butt cheeks.
I'll tell you why.
First, the disappointment from knowing the fever I had was nothing exotic like Chikungunya; normal viral jazz. To endure assorted sicknesses, without deriving satisfactorily revolted reactions, you must agree, is thankless.
So I was waiting in a bus-stop for my cousins to drive there from their offices so we could go eat dinner someplace. Now you can’t manage to amuse yourself, with just a man there who looked 15 months pregnant, for 2 hours. The thought of him walking into a room, a minute after his belly-button does, can only occupy you for a few minutes. I still had my loyal radio though. Only, it had an impressive way to turn me off too. Katie Perry’s ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it’ had just replaced Coldplay’s ‘Viva
Anyway, my sister called at long last and asked me to locate this restaurant called Rasa on Sampige road and walk to there since it was a one-way, and they couldn’t pick me.
‘Rasa, opposite Reebok’, she said. Which main? ‘Opposite Reebok’. Cross? ‘Opposite Reebok’. Any landmark? ‘Reebok. Opposite Reebok’.
Aah wait. This narrative is getting so fucking boring. I’ll just tell you this smart-fart chick I asked directions from, said Adidas has better stuff, and asked me to go there instead of Reebok. Let’s just say, I gave her a substantial piece of my mind.
Bottom(read: under)line(read: statement) is, I’m not the best person to suggest to, an Adidas store when I’m looking for a Reebok one.
Fine, technically not a bottomline, but you can lay off if I cared.
Damned Reebok fellows have changed their logo. It’s now some gay blue plain writing. I’ll only tell you I walked past the store twice without noticing that was the store. 2 hours. 2 fucking hours.