Like, Totally.

I’m seated at a Krispy Kreme outlet in Bandra with an ice tea and an Original Glaze® doughnut. I do not like Krispy Kreme because everything here is too sweet. I’m fairly sure they have some kind of irrevocable contract with a sugarcane farm and they’re trying to do away with their excess sugar one customer at a time. I’m not sure whether to drown the taste of my doughnut with the ice tea or the other way around.

While I sit here putting my gums and teeth at risk, two girls gossip at the next table. Now, I avoid gossip like the plague, but if it is shoved down my ears at take-notice decibels, I can’t help but absorb it. A victim of eavesdropping, if you may.

These two girls are not happy. They have been hurt, right in the depths of their fragile hearts, by some ‘chick’. I don’t know who she is, but they most certainly do NOT like her. She refuses to go out with them and they just cannot get what her problem is. The topic swiftly moved on to a boy whose name I have forgotten. Perhaps that’s for the best, considering some of the things they said. 

“I deleted him from my facebook, but like, he just added me right back. Like, HELLO, who do you think you ARE?” 

(Her words, not mine.)

Ah, my fleeting glances have been noticed. I bet I’ll be the subject of their conversation once they leave.

 “Jeez, what was with that girl? Like, who wears kurtas that loose? And with those crumbly shoes! I bet the way she dresses is why she’s sitting all alone eating doughnuts.”

 (My words, not hers.)

If this is what these girls are like when they’re full of sugar, I shudder to think of what they’re like on an empty stomach. 

KRISPY KREME

Keeping teenage vengeance at bay.

Oh, they’re leaving. Goodbye tiger print pants and orange tank top. It was a pleasure.