Guzzling Bangalore at an unsteady pace.
By Poonam Vaidya and Meghna Hegde
Three girls met at Jimmys one evening. Appetite, Salsa and Tannin. Tanine appeared last, while appetite and Salsa fiddled around with the menu. Appetite had a quirky smile on her face.
We are in a pub, she said, dramatically. She hadn't been in one for quite a long time, and fantasized on what to order. Tanine arrived, and much to everyones surprise ordered a tea. The other two girls ordered a small glass of alcohol, Salsa a margarita of some kind and Appetite ordered a white goose or grey goose or whatever coloured goose they were serving up in the menu along with a side of Sprite.
The girls then chatted about mundane stuff that seems interesting only to those involved and contributing to the conversation. Tanine then left, and Appetite and Salsa looked for the restroom.
Now, this is where the mystery begins. Tanine had left early because she had a doctors appointment. Since the bill had not arrived yet, she put down two hundred rupee notes under her cup and was off. Appetite visited the restroom and during this time, Salsa went back to the table to receive a phone call. The restroom was barely twelve paces from their table. Salsa was waiting outside the restroom and the two went back to the table. The money was gone. Shocked, the girls looked around-under the table, under their glasses, around the floor. Nothing.
The whole time, there had been only two other girls on the table next to them. Unsure of what to do, they reported the issue to the manager, who claimed they had CC-tv footage of the whole thing.
Twenty minutes later, everybody was none the wiser. According to the manager, nobody had approached the table while they had gone to the restroom. He added,Both of you were talking animatedly. Perhaps you slipped in the money unknowingly? The manager offered to show the video to the girls, but they refused, because they had to be getting back home and it was already quite late. As they left, the manager bid them farwell with the claim,This was not that kind of place., though the girls had never made any allusions as to what kind of place it was.
We cannot be sure of what happened to that money. Salsa felt sure the money had been taken by the waiter. Appetite said she had no idea, she had only been concentrating on her drink. The only other occupants of the roomthe two other girls seemed not to have moved since they had sat down about two to three tables away. Salsa checked her wallet and said she didn't think there was any more money there than there had been before. However, the manager was sure that she had taken it back unknowingly. The manager will try to blame the girls and the girls will try to blame the Jimmys staff. No genius detective appeared magically on the screen to put everything right.
Excluding this mystery which left doubt and suspicion in its wake, the girls were stunned by the bill. The tea had been closed to Rs. 60. The small shot of Grey Goose had been priced at a whooping Rs. 350, along with the Sprite, which was Rs. 80. The margarita had come up to Rs. 360. It was a lot of money. Rs. 1060 is what the girls had to pay at the end. There had been nothing special about any of the drinks and Appetite vowed never to go back again. Two months later, she would write it all down under the review section of Burrp.