“Hello,” answers the Irani grocer. That’s it: just hello.
“Umm, is this the grocery?” Who knows I might have dialed the wrong number.
“No. This is the supermarket.” He sounds offended.
“Oh ok, sorry. Can you please send a bunch of coriander leaves and bread to Flat Number 123 please?”
Minutes later, he sent someone with a bunch of coriander leaves and a bag of medium-sized pita bread.
Of course, it is my fault.