My Problem With Indian People (Part 9 of a 500-part Series)

They think they're so fucking crafty.

They think they can get away with anything, especially if it involves saving money. The worst example of this is the Depression-Lemonade maker. Usually they're female, between 30-60, and have a scratchy irritating voice because of all the lemonade they drink. They'll start off with a glass of water, no ice. After 2 minutes, they'll ask for a few slices of lemon on the side. 4 minutes later, they want some sugar. Then the squeezing and mixing frenzy begins! Before you know it, just like those guys in the 1930s who mixed the ketchup and water in diners to make tomato soup, they'll have a perfect "free" glass of lemonade. Until I charge them for it.

Other offenders include the guy who parks in two spaces in Cerritos, the lady that uses her baby as an excuse to cut in front of you in line at the grocery store, and the guy who loves the food when you ask him 3 times during dinner how everything is but when it comes time to tip the food apparently wasn't that good despite the table eating the whole lot even the piece of mint that was a garnish in the raita.