That’s Not Chinese, Mi Amiga and I were in the mood for Indian food so we drove to a downtown restaurant. As we drove around for parking we noticed a woman leaving the restaurant and hopping in the passenger side of a vehicle that was parked right in front of the restaurant. We turned on the signal and waited…and waited. “Do you think she’s really leaving?” That’s Not Chinese asked. “She is in the passenger seat and just ate Indian food, maybe her boyfriend or husband is using the bathroom,” Mi Amiga suggested. “Go check,” That’s Not Chinese told me. I approached her window, knocked, and asked if we were waiting in vain – we wanted none of that.
She confirmed what Mi Amiga suggested and a few minutes later we had prime parking. We were quickly seated next to a cute, young couple who were at a table with settings for four. Instead of sitting across from each other, they were sitting next to each other. “That is D-Dog’s pet peeve,” I advised Mi Amiga and That’s Not Chinese. “I can’t stand when couples sit like that,” That’s Not Chinese said. “Me neither, but it’s European custom. I went out with an Italian once and he never asked me out again. I think it’s because I wouldn’t sit next to him,” Mi Amiga told us. “Ridiculous. It strains your neck,” That’s Not Chinese added. All of us were into none of that.
After a lovely dining experience we grabbed our takeout boxes and returned to That’s Not Chinese’s house. It was quickly determined that they would be cleaning and packing, thus, I would be leaving – when it comes to cleaning, I want none of that. As I was giving hugs goodbye, I dropped my takeout box, which opened as soon as it hit the floor. Although my Aloo Tama Bodi stayed inside the box, my naan hit the floor. That’s Not Chinese quickly picked it up and put it back in the box, atop my Aloo Tama Badi. “I’m sure that has cat hair all over it,” I stated. By the looks on their faces, they felt the same way. As much as I love leftovers, I knew I would not be having naan of that.