So I recently had to visit the mechanic to get some work done on my vehicle.
My stays there are usually for routine servicing and I would go there on weekdays to avoid the customer traffic however, these appointments fell on two Saturdays.
Boy, it was like entering a parallel universe.
There were a couple of men before me, so I said a polite good morning and headed to my little seating area.
First of all, I am minding my own business on my phone and waiting on my turn. There would be pauses of silence and these customers would just be staring at me as if I were dancing on the hood of my car or something.
There would also be words thrown about such as 'brain box', 'throttle body', 'chassis' & 'brake pads' so I am learning more & more with each visit.
Then came the weird conversations about persons with their skin hanging, head cut off. They quickly switched to talking about curried duck & where to go to buy the cheapest duck.
Suddenly a boisterous woman walked in and started up a conversation with the men present. She was actually a travelling fruit vendor with some produce in the hatch of her wagon.
I set out a few hours later with some watermelon & a better behaved vehicle.