Wrong Family
comedyEveryoneI told myself I'd just drive past. Just to look. Fine — there was a box of gulab jamun on the passenger seat. Just in case. The white car was real. The house was real. Balloons on the gate said WELCOME. A woman on the porch spotted my car and waved with both arms. Her: "DESSERT IS HERE!" Fifteen faces appeared at the window. There was no driving past now.
I panicked and put the car in reverse. The porch woman was faster. She was somehow already at my window, knocking. Her: "Grandma saw the car. It's too late. It's been too late since Tuesday." She reached in and lifted the gulab jamun off the passenger seat. No dessert, no leverage. Grandma stood in the doorway, pointing at an empty chair. I parked behind the white car. Best decision of my life.