Lazy Ass contacted me a few days ago in regards to help he needed help with moving. I agreed to help him because later on I need him to sign my passport form! So I'm there and happily most of the heavy items are gone already! There's this Hindu guy, a buddy of his, who is there to help. We collect all of the shit and stuff the two cars, mine and his, and go to his new place which by the way is another basement, newer, bigger and more expensive! I don't know how this guy intends to cover all of his expenses but that's his problem!
Speaking of the basement, the house is located in a new community in the city which actually, as far as I've seen, occupied by East Indians of mostly Punjabi decent! You know what that means?! It means bad and rude drivers, lots and lots of kids in every home and automatically out when it's warm(!), strong food smell in the area despite the season, including, mostly, Fried Onion(!), trash on the street as these people think they still are living in India and other common issues with this people. When we reach the neighbourhood and started to unload, in the first trip, kids as young as 2-years-old were screaming on the street! And then not surprisingly the entrance to the basement is from slopes at the sides of the house, with no stairs! So it's a perfect place for skiing in winter! The backyard, where the basement entry is located at, is covered in animal poop! There was a little rabbit running around when we went there. They believe the shit was his! I doubted that such a small animal could dump so much shit!
This place that he took us to is called Punjaabi Indian Cuisine (one extra a would make a difference!) and it's a sort of modern, clean and nice place, at least for now! There was nobody there when we stepped in but the staff and I think it was because it was late and a weekday. He ordered 3 meals for 3 of us which I personally could finish them all in less than 20 minutes(!) but it was okay as he paid! The two identical orders was a dish of Chickpeas and two Samosas, with green and brown sauce. The other one which was consumed by the two was a sort of Rice dish, I think Goat Biryani. The surprising thing was that the Indian guy said that he needed to wash his hands before he eats! I thought to myself for a minute: Indians wash their hands!? So later, when they were eating their Rice dish, it appeared that the guy, from Chennai, eats with his hands, the filthy animal! That's why he wanted to wash up!
Anyways the food was not bad but I don't know if it worth the price or not because I didn't pay. We leave then and Lazy Ass gets something from DQ for us as dessert. Now I'm very tired and when we reach the house, I leave everything I have in the car in the driveway and head home. At home all I have to do is to take a shower and then hit the sack. I come out of the shower and I see a missed call. That's Lazy Ass again! He called me as soon as I send him a message and says that he has forgotten one of his dumbbells in the house!
(Photo, top: The view from the property that Lazy Ass has just moved in to its basement. It obviously is in the back. If it turns to a park or wetland, that would be amazing but from what I know about these greedy bastards, they would turn this land to apartments and houses soon)
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