“Idhar mat kar! Dhappad padega”!

My, my, my!

Walking out there for an early morning smoke, as always, I knew there was a reason I chose the spot I did!

As I was standing out there smoking a Dunhill, an Indian maid – all decked out – feet in anklets, looking more like an actress than maid, with a haughty attitude to boot – walked by.

I wasn’t blowing smoke at her directly.

But the way she turned her nose up anyway at me “that smoke is disgusting, ugh!” said it ALL. . .

She had a dog(gie) – hehe – on a leash.

It stopped to poop.

Not here, boy, she barked!

Madam will scold you! (The owner of the house where the dog decided to take a dump).

Midway through that, before the dog was done – she pulled it away. To another spot.

Idhar kar!

(Do it here!)

Dog did it.

Then they moved to another spot.

Dog did it again.

Noticing all this, I was thinking of one thing – how humiliating!

Think of an actual slaves being leashed that way and interrupted “while going” (the most base invasion of privacy), ordered to restart – then stopped – then started again.

My, my.

And the way these maids talk … My again!

All in all, a wonderfully dominant start to the morning boy!

And that’s that.

Best,

Mike Watson