scavenger hunt

we ran into another team when we were hunting for the second last item on our list - the orange bra.
it was a trainer bra at a toy store (go figure) and it was a beigy shade that had been left out in the sun so had become a browny orange hue. we were desperate. we drew straws and S had to go buy it, but another group saw our car in the parking lot and plagiarized our idea. there was a brief scuttle, sana was cornered by 4 enemy boys, but then she broke through, tossed the bright orange lingerie as hard as she could, and A broke all records dodging families, shopkeepers and cars, picked it up mid flight and that was that (people thought we were mad and gave us wide berth).

we had to literally kick A in the butt to get him to go get condoms from the nearby store.
peer pressure glaring at him from behind, he closed his eyes, ducked his head, and made a run for it:

A(puffing and panting, shoves housewife out of way): "mujhay condoms chahiyay.. ABHI"

shopkeeper: "hain? woh kiya hota hay?"

A: "condom! CONDOM! kaun-doom"

housewife giving A dirty look

A: "woh cheez jo log pehntay hain jab woh .. jab wo.. WOH kar rahey hotay hain"
shopkeeper: *blank look*

A makes universal gesture of banging a woman with one hand and a hip thrust

horrified aunty leaves the store, shopkeeper shows illumination

two girls from school walk in at inopportune moment, say hi to A.

we all collapse laughing from our hiding position in the cereal aisle.

A is mortified, about to run out store but they're blocking the exit

storekeeper: "bhai sab, yeh lo, rough rider" hands A an unmistakable box of a local flavored version

A grabs the box, throws all the money he has, and RUNS

we're still laughing in the aisle.

A takes off with the car and leaves us in the store.

we have to call M's latest beau to take us to the house. he brings his stupid RED CONVERTIBLE (to impress her no doubt - idiot boy) which is from some previous century and keeps stalling after every five minutes. the wolf whistles and horrendous cat calls (convertibles have that effect on Karachi pedestrians and bus passengers) echo in our ears long after we reach the rendezvous point.

and we didn’t even win because we didn't get a REAL hijra (we dressed A up, in lipstick and orange bra and everything, but apparently that didn't count).

:) it was a fun time.