The other night, Christina and I drove to Culver City to see some friends. On the way, we stopped at a place called Samosa House to pick up dinner. As you can probably guess, Samosa House serves Texas bbq. Just kidding. They serve Indian food. The ordering experience is totally straightforward. You pick rice (white or brown), then select three sides.
When it was our turn, Christina told the woman behind the counter we’d be ordering four combination plates. For efficiency, I guess, the woman asked what kind of rice everyone wanted. Then she made two combination plates with white rice and two with brown rice. Her assembly line was ready to go, but just then another customer entered Samosa House.
“I’m just here to pick-up a to-go order,” she said. “Can I go first?”
We weren’t in a rush, and it seemed like a simple request, so Christina said sure. With a heavy sigh, the woman behind the counter put our plates aside, then ducked into the kitchen to grab the other customer’s order.
“Oh, I also …
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