To top off the abysmal week, which featured women troubles, news of a coup in my vacation destination, and remonstrations from co-workers who think I am now too thin (after they playfully slapped my admittedly cushioned ass and called me a fatso), the chauffeur of my drop decided to take a completely unnecessary 45-minute detour through flooded roads in Vasant Kunj.
So we're about to reach the juncture at which I am unceremoniously dumped, and we're stuck at a red light, and there's a beggar woman with a tiny child strapped to her hip and the entire situation suddely seems overwhelming, even though it's what I deal with every day with nary a tear. I'm rubbing my eyes, massaging my temples, when the driver turns to me.
"Thank God it's Friday, yes?"
Indeed, sir, indeed.