It’s just around 6:30 pm. We both were waiting for the meeting to end. It seems like it will be going on and on. IT related meetings usually have close to 20 guys over one tele-conference and there will be two guys who really have some problem. They keep on talking and no one else will be bothered about the conversation until one asks,
“R u guys with us?” that will be answered with a chorus ‘YES’
This meeting was one such crap. But this time it was the booking system which helped us. Some one had booked the conference room from 6:30 and we had to come out of the call once our slot was over (This is a usual thing that happens in all corporate offices). We sincerely thanked them in our mind
I don’t know what happened today but rite after our lunch, we both felt hungry. Oh the “we” I’m mentioning is me and my project mate. He is quite senior to me, but he added only years to his experience, still have all craziness and Great Spirit for eany thing crazy. It was 6:45 by the time we came out of office. We decided to take a walk around to look for something to eat. First we went to “Coredo food Mart”. (FYI:- My project mate is a pure vegetarian who eats egg and he never stopps if he starts with chappathi and kurma). We roamed around looking at various shelves in the food mart and asked for 'Meat-less' sandwitches, but couldn’t find any. I was happy with anything but I couldn’t stand the smell of some special sauce they use. We came out empty handed (Empty stomached)and went to the next shop. It was MasonKasor this time. The aroma of sweet bread and cheese had attracted me so many times, but there also we ran out of luck. All we could find was empty basins becoz the shop was about to close. We went around eating the sample bread pieces adding fuel to our burning appetite.
Finally decided to check our luck outside, started to walk back. My project mate asked me to sit down in the restaurant MasonKasor (I will address him as MB, he had some looks of Mahesh Babu, Telugu hero ….I know its time to check my eye power). I suggested we should leave and look for MC Donald. But he was adamant and made me sit there. Then he asked for an English speaking person in the restaurant. After a short while, a pretty gal came out from the bakery asking “How may I help you?” We were startled with her accent free English. She was dressed up like a cute doll with nice brown hair and silky hair. The maid uniform of Mayson Kaysor made her beautiful. MB asked about what she has in the restaurant and about meat free sandwich. She gave us some options and asked about what kind of bread (Hard or soft); what kind of vegetables to put (As far as I know, vegetables means cabbage for Japanese ppl).
Any way we waited for another 10 minutes and MB started to give fundas about his knowledge about the English speaking ladies, about his intelligent guess on vegetable sanwich etc... The gal was taking two piece of bread and going into the bakery, I enquired her about the cost of sandwich, and she replied it is 800 Yen. We waited for some more time and it was getting late. Then the gal came with a bunch of cabbage, two piece of tomato and some other green leaves (Whose name I couldn’t figure out) over it. She had two sandwiches with her. We had only one in mind as I was not interested in taking the sandwich. She had a bill of 1600 yen attached to the basket she gave us. MB stared at the sandwich in disbelief.
I checked the bread, it was really hard and it looked totally out of place. The bread was old, I took it in my hand and decided, I’m not goanna eat it, even if I’m starving. When I looked towards MB, he also had the same thoughts in mind. Time was running out and we had to rush back for our next meeting at 7:30.
We called the English speaking gal and asked her to pack the vegetables and the bread (I mean the sandwich). The came the next bombshell, from that shop, they cannot parcel anything. Everything has to be ate there itself. Listening to that that, I took the jug of water in front of me and drank to reduce the acidity in my stomach and to cool my head. MB was helplessly looking at me, with a question what next.
On the way both of us didn’t talk anything, we stood up, started walking away leaving our 1600 yen sandwich on the table with a hungry stomach, to the next never ending meeting. We entered the lift and pressed floor button three and looked at each other and burst out laughing. Both of us started laughing and when we entered the floor, both of us were grinning ear to ear leaving our team mates wondering what these guys have done. We only know the fun of leaving a 1600 sandwich over the desk , walking away with a hungry stomach.
