Indian Schmindian

You know, after 2 days poring through
the copy for an indian restaurant
it's inevitable that one would start craving indian cuisine

So yesterday, after work
I dragged my Mom to an indian restaurant with me
(just needed someone to sit next to me, didn't need to make small talk)

Mom was being real rude
scrunching here nose as we walked into the
coconut- oily dinginess
"Must we eat here?" she whispered
trying to get me to tarpau

"I want naan, naan cannot tarpau one!"

She lowered her eyes still scrunching her nose

"Stop scrunching your nose, you think people are blind?"

The waiter comes to take our order, but every time he says something
mother goes, "Sorry?"
looking at me in
a plaintive how-can-you-bring-me-here-they-don't-even-speak-english manner

I then explain what he said to her, in the same language,
english.
It happens so many times I tell the waiter to ignore her
and just speak to me. I mean, she's not even eating!
When he finally goes, I turn to her

"You're being so rude!He was speaking fine! Stop embarassing me!"
I whisper furiously

"But Aja, I just didn't understand him,"

She tells me that maybe I understand him so well because
I was in India for so long

Well 3 months isn't that long, but it's long enough
and I suppose I also didn't understand them very well when I first went
but I'll say one thing about indian waiters
(from india)
they are really really polite
but they are goddamn blur.