I'd made Mayank promise to take us out. Before we felt for Amritsar, Mary and I agreed that we wanted to hang out with him away from work. So at the train station when he dropped us off on Friday, we told him that we would like to go out to dinner with him on Sunday after we got back. He agreed. So when Sunday night came around, he came to pick us up, and Mayank, Mary and I headed to the Opal Lounge for dinner. We had a great time, laughed a lot, told stories, and decided to go to Baskin Robins for ice cream. It turns out he does this with all of the students who go out to dinner with him. I think he just likes Baskin Robins. Mississippi Mudd, to be exact. His favorite flavor.
Well. Above Baskin Robins there was an arcade. In this arcade was an air hockey table. Now, I don't know how well you know me but the majority of people don't know two things about me that would prove useful within a 500ft radius of an arcade with an air hockey table. #1: I can get VERY competitive. We are not friends at this point. #2: I am the queen of air hockey. I tried to warn him, but alas the male ego was stung and so the shit-talking battle began. We went upstairs to the arcade and there it was - the air hockey table. But this table was unlike any I had seen before - this one was massive, and each player was given two paddles (in hindsight, it could have been meant for 4 players...). I had never played with two, so I felt that the second was only going to slow me down. I was tempted to give it to Mayank because it looked like he could use a third, but instead I just put it on top of the edge of the table. The score was 3-0, and my dupata (scarf) kept falling off of my shoulder so I took my hands away from the table to tie it behind me. My hands were quite literally behind my back when Mayank made his shot. And everybody saw it - the two of us, Mary, and the two arcade attendants. He was so proud of himself: 3-1. He gleefully turned up the notch on his shit-talking dial. I just smiled. I slammed in 3 straight down the middle shots back to back to back. That shut him right up. The last shot I made with a bank and the sweet odor of victory filled the room. He, rather smoothly, proceeded with, "Ah yes. Very good - as you see I let you win..." followed by a dose of, "It was my first time; I've never played that game before in my life." Whatever. 7-1 (the 1 gained in a cheeseball way). I picked up my invisible crown from the table and placed it right back on my head where it belongs. By now, since this game was won in another country, I can now claim International Air Hockey Champion as my rightful title. Bwahahaha. As he continued to whine about his loss, I told him that we could have a rematch when ever we wanted. And that was that. He took us back to Aunty's house. I fell asleep still smelling the sweet aroma of victory.
No comments:
Post a Comment