Annoyingly Polite

As Jeni and I navigate our neighborhood, we are consistently accosted by very animated “Hello Madam, you like, you need taxi, want nice purse?” The street vendors are so welcoming and cordial that you almost feel guilty ignoring their persistent greetings. Almost, but not after a few days livin’ it up in the hood. We have learned how to stop someone from walking alongside us for an eternity saying, “what’s your name, where you from, you want map? Hello?” You have to walk towards a large object, like a car or a group of people. People will get close, but fortunately, they don’t really touch you. However, there are these men with huge phallic shaped balloons, they hold them in front of you to try to stop you in order to buy one, for what purpose? I dunno. Who needs a balloon the size of a horse. Even funnier, we recently learned that an eyebrow piercing in India indicates that you are interested in purchasing hash. Poor Jeni pretty much has an embarrassingly inaccurate sign on her forehead. Although, I have a feeling everyone would star at us anyways.

Respectfully Yours, Madam Jeeni