Into India

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I've got to start by saying that **nothing in this post** is meant to be derogatory in any way.  So while we'll make sure to keep the discussion light, please excuse any phrase that appears as a dig as this isn't the intent of the blog (however, I can't speak for Pastor Lynn - he's been known to throw a chair or two (look at that face for example)).

This is the lobby of the Hilton that we are staying in.  Yesterday I went down stairs and asked for 'black coffee.'  He nodded his head side to side (think bobble) which in India means yes.  It looks a whole lot - seriously - like no, but after violently agreeing with someone on the street for four to five hours you finally realize that the side to side bobble - that looks like no ... is actually yes.  I digress.

Back to the coffee.  I said yes - I want black coffee.  No cream, no sugar.  His response - do you want it separated?  I said ... well, sure.  Outcome that was delivered to my room.  One pot of hot milk and another pot of hot tea.  I went downstairs and - bobbled my head - and said 'thank you for the coffee.'  Maybe he's spoken to my doctor and is interceding on my best behalf.