On the turning away

It is 4.30 PM on a thursday and we go to the canteen. We as in me ganesh, ET, Venki and Vibhu. Apparently they'd started vending the maggi soup that they sell on trains. I get this one which is priced at 7 bucks, two more than the ones they sell in trains. I get the cup from the "akka" there, and the quantity is the same as they give on trains, minus a bread crumb or two. :P. I take a sip or two, leave it on my table under the watchful eyes of ganesh and Venki, and go to get my dosa. I come back and the soup is gone. :|

My two sip old soup was missing. Wanna know how? The table cleaning ladies probably took it thinking it was a soup left undrunk. :| All this happened when those two were still at the table, apparently too engrossed in their talk about world affairs. :|

My soup. Down the drain. :(

And what was fascinating was there was a soup cup, at the table nearby and no one was drinking it. But I can't be too sure can I?

A month or so back, Half a bajji of mine suffered the same fate when I turned around to get a coffee. These people ought to be taught when to clear a table and when not to. 

P.S : On a different note, Happy birthday Tina! (Thanks You, who lives on love and fresh air, for the info) An hour too early but all the same. Go midget!