Since I don't do much, I might as well do this.
On Saturday evening, I was feeling pretty confident and annoyed. Yeah I know that sounds pretty contradicting, but can you really blame me. I just came back from a hard day of work where I had to be in the middle of nowhere, set up heavy dirty tents, and listen to people yell. In addition, I was in the middle of the woods surrounded by dirt, mud, and spiders. So when I arrived back home in the evening, I had to be confident and annoyed because that is just the way I am. I wasn't exhausted, but I felt the need to relax.
I and my mamae slouched on the sofa watching Bollywood music videos. For those who don't know what is Bollywood, it's technically the Indian Hollywood. So we just sat there, doing absolutely nothing other than admiring the beauty of Bollywood.
“I know that guy! He plays Raj / Surinder in Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi,” I yelled. This was a pretty big deal for me. I really like Bollywood, and for me to recognize one of it's best actors other than Priyanka Chopra, I was hyped.
“Oh, that's very nice,” mamae replied. “I’m gonna go make tea now, go make the bread and butter.” We got up and prepared tea time. We are not British, okay. Mamae and father come from India and Bolivia. In Bolivia, we have tea time … and zebras as crossing guards.
“One day, you should volunteer.” Said father.
“As what?” I asked.
“As a bloody crossing guard you stupid idiot. In Bolivia!” My little sister is fiesty. So her rude response was not surprising.
“Ha! Yeah right, like I’ll ever do that.” I said.
“Why not? You can be a person dressed as a zebra Bollywood dancer.” That suggestion was … special.
I’ll just leave it at that.
This is a picture of our crossing guards.
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