Last week I had a meeting with one of our other senior managers who is here on secondment, Mara. She suggested we meet up at Starbucks which was perfect for me as I hadn't been there yet. It was interesting that at 10am Starbucks was completely empty; a clear difference between home and here! I ordered a Chai latte (seemed fitting) and settled in by the window to do some work until she arrived. Another clear distinction between Starbuck here and home is that they don't have wifi at the ones here. That was okay - I spent most of the time watching out the window at all the traffic; I could watch it all day long. I'll have to do a post soon of all my traffic observations.
After my meeting, I went out to meet up with Ghouse and head to the office. As I was about to get into the car I noticed Ghouse frantically checking all his pockets; India or otherwise, I know what that means...his keys were missing. He checked everywhere. He talked to his other driver friends who were around; I couldn't understand what they were saying but I could tell by all their body language that the missing keys were a bit of a mystery to them all. Next thing I know, Ghouse is quickly heading down the street. He later explained that he had gone around the corner for tea while I was inside and thought he might have left them there. He came back still checking his pockets so I knew he hadn't found them. He called for another driver to come pick me up, so I headed in for another latte. I didn't realize my phone was off so I didn't know that Ghouse had called a couple minutes later. Next thing I know, I see him peering in the windows waving his arms over his head trying to get my attention; at last, the keys were found! When I went outside he had a big smile on his face. He chuckled when I asked where they were; turns out they were in his back pocket...the pocket he never uses. We both had a good laugh; as someone who loses her keys on a regular basis, I completely understand how that can happen!
After my meeting, I went out to meet up with Ghouse and head to the office. As I was about to get into the car I noticed Ghouse frantically checking all his pockets; India or otherwise, I know what that means...his keys were missing. He checked everywhere. He talked to his other driver friends who were around; I couldn't understand what they were saying but I could tell by all their body language that the missing keys were a bit of a mystery to them all. Next thing I know, Ghouse is quickly heading down the street. He later explained that he had gone around the corner for tea while I was inside and thought he might have left them there. He came back still checking his pockets so I knew he hadn't found them. He called for another driver to come pick me up, so I headed in for another latte. I didn't realize my phone was off so I didn't know that Ghouse had called a couple minutes later. Next thing I know, I see him peering in the windows waving his arms over his head trying to get my attention; at last, the keys were found! When I went outside he had a big smile on his face. He chuckled when I asked where they were; turns out they were in his back pocket...the pocket he never uses. We both had a good laugh; as someone who loses her keys on a regular basis, I completely understand how that can happen!
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