Neville Uncle
I was wearing a black t-shirt (left outside), jeans, sandals and I was carrying an Ego knapsack.
One little girl gets into the elevator and says, "Uncle, can you drop me to the second floor?"
I said, "Of course".
It only struck me after she got off that she had called me uncle. UNCLE.
I don't even know what to say. Damn, I guess it's the old age.
One little girl gets into the elevator and says, "Uncle, can you drop me to the second floor?"
I said, "Of course".
It only struck me after she got off that she had called me uncle. UNCLE.
I don't even know what to say. Damn, I guess it's the old age.
posted by Neville at
7:53 am
4 Comments:
"Uncle mat kaho naaaaa!"
*falls off chair laughing*
I'm in exactly the same boat, dude. I blame my paunch and work-stressed look. you?
Ahh, well you know, paunch, messed up look, the works. Although, I am lucky no white hair yet.
Work? Is that what they call Sudoku these days, Kharwatkar? :)
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