Naan Quest
It's Monday and we still have leftover IP butter chicken. Unfortunately we ran out of naan. I figured I'd go pick some up after work. My people have been making naan for centuries and it's really difficult to buy a counterfeit at 5x the price. Rather than pay $5/pseudo-naan, I went to an authentic Pakistani grocery store that my parents sometimes frequent when they're visiting. Extra bonus is that they have a little cafe area where you can savor snacks and chai (y'all know how much I love chai!). So here I am stuck in stupid LA traffic. Every song on the radio overplayed, my muscles and nerves dancing between gas and brake pedals, GPS shouting directions. And I was getting really excited about chai. There's something so comforting about a steaming hot cup of chai. I could almost taste it. I can think of no better way to end my 8th straight day working. I arrive, park and excitedly make my way to the shop. An elderly gentleman stops me and says "they