“How much?”
“Thirty rupees.”
“Acha, is there a wine shop here?”
“Yeah, right behind this shop.”
Oh ok.
(2 minutes later)
“Listen, you stand here, I’ll try and get it. Worst case he’ll ask me for my ID and won’t give. Worth a try, no?”
“Ok.”
“What do you want?”
“OMR”
“Uff! Ok.”
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“Bhaisaab, ek quarter OMR.” (Asks confidently, scared that he’ll be asked to produce an ID)
“No OMR.”
“Oh, so what rum?”
“Bermuda”
“Arre yaar. “ “Bacardi hai?”
“Haan.”
“One quarter Bacardi then. How much?”
“One twenty five.”
(pays and makes a triumphant exit)
