He probably isn’t as smart as his Indian accent or professional pants make him look. But who am I to judge? He’s not the only one in a gas station at 3:30 in the morning. The difference is (and i think this is a big one) I’m buying cigarettes and he’s asking the gas station attendant what he thinks is the nature of God. And it reminds me of the episode of The Simpsons where Homer and Apu fly to India and hike up a mountain to ask the sage and founder of Kwik-E-Mart a couple of very important questions. And here it is, reality, being way weirder than fiction. Again.
I suggest that I might be allowed to sit in and listen to their conversation. You never know when a guy in a gas station and the attendant are gonna actually figure it all out. I’d like to be there if this happened. The gentleman’s reaction to this suggestion is a polite and unmistakable “fuck you” of a glare. I’m not invited this time around. The jealous part of me hopes they didn’t solve for x where x is Maya.