Sitting at Café Coffee Day, which is pretty much the Starbucks of India, I am writing and enjoying the beautiful day in Bangalore. I decide to get an iced coffee, which ordering is always a hassle. I want black coffee with ice and milk-no sugar. This is very difficult to communicate without speaking Kannada. She points at an ice cream shake with whip cream-the complete opposite of what I want. I have been more relaxed just taking in sugar in Malaysia and India, but it has cost me. Literally, I have gained weight on the scale from all this sugar intake.
After a few minutes with visuals and some Kannada, I think that she has it right-iced coffee with milk. As I am sitting nearby, I see her playing with a cup putting her hands all inside the cup and all over the outside rim. Like a hawk, I sit by and watch her continuously put her hands ALL over the cup. I think to myself, she must just be playing with an empty cup.
Next thing I know, the other girl finishes blending my coffee and goes to pour it inside the cup. Right before this happens, I shout “No, no, no.” Of course, they look at me and start laughing.
I say in English and use visual tactics to show them that you can not molest a customer’s cup with your hands. This was my American moment realizing that I am not in America and they do not care about germs or getting in trouble for doing it. This is India!
I honestly feel that God really tests me, especially when it comes to germs. I really failed this test as I shouted rudely, but I had to stop her from putting my coffee inside the molested cup.