Let me tell you all a fantastical story! This story will have no accompanying pictures because I have taken ZERO pics while I've been here. What can I say, you go somewhere enough and it doesn't excite you anymore. But back to the story! It is about my phone. I took a long autorickshaw ride across town today to find some shop where I was going to informally interview the employees and maybe customers. Even after calling the store for directions, it could not be found. I was unhappy. I wandered the streets drinking Maaza mango drink and eating delicious Lay's American Cream and Onion potato chips. My god, those chips are so good. They are ridged like Ruffles, but are better than any Ruffles or Lay's in the USA. Well, I had failed in my mission for today and decided to retreat home. Instead of sitting in the middle of the autorickshaw seat, I chose to sit in one corner since the upholstery was all torn up and uncomfortable in the middle. This decision, coupled with my distracted interest in delicious potato chips, was my doom. During that 1/2 hour or so ride, my phone slipped quietly out of my pocket, never to be seen again.
Did I need to post this to the blog? No, but I'm angry and it's all I'm thinking about.
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