Today I stopped for lunch at a fast food place (kathi kabab roll for those that have to know). I ordered my food then something for our driver. When the food arrived I realized that I had not asked for his food to go. I called him up to ask him to come in and eat. I was going to sit at another table. I could sense his immense discomfort as he refused politely. Then I felt really uncomfortable as I asked them to wrap up and take the food to the car. It was weird and I was glad when we did not discuss this on my getting back into the car.
I guess I am learning too like the poor American dude, it is not always the intentions that matter, right for one maybe downright (uncomfortably) wrong for another.
A smile and a roll on a dining table - ughh, now it sounds bad on paper too.
Are you the american family in the story or the indian neighbour :-)
ReplyDeleteInteresting. I have always vowed that I would treat my maids like equals if I ever went back, and would eat them at the dining table with the rest of the family. I guess I never thought of the expectation at the other end could be different :)
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