💬 2 uncles on a bus argued about mangoes for 40 minutes and I missed my stop

The bus from Koti last May. 2 uncles sitting in front of me, strangers, I'm sure of it. One said Banganapalli is the best mango in the world. The other turned around like he'd been slapped. Himayat, he said. Himayat is the king. Banganapalli is for people who don't know any better. And that was it. 40 minutes. The whole bus was listening by Lakdikapul. They had points. Sweetness, fibre, how thin the skin is, which one lasts longer after you cut it. The Himayat uncle said his grandfather had a tree in Vikarabad and he'd eaten from it for 50 years. The Banganapalli uncle said that's 1 tree, I'm talking about a whole state. Very good point, I thought. A lady near the door said Alphonso and both of them told her to stay out of it. I was supposed to get off at Masab Tank. I didn't. I wanted to know who won. Nobody won. At Mehdipatnam they both got off together, still arguing, and walked in the same direction. I think they went to buy mangoes. I really hope they did. I had to take an auto back. 80 rupees. Worth every rupee. What's the best thing you've overheard in public? I want stories. For the record, I'm Himayat. But I didn't say anything on the bus, I'm not stupid. My wife is Banganapalli, which has caused problems at home every summer since 2015. We buy both now every summer. It's the only way to keep peace.

In an auto once, the driver was on a call for the entire ride, calmly negotiating the price of a goat with someone on the other end. Every few minutes he would turn around and ask me whether I thought his offer was fair, as if I had any real stake in it at all. By the time we reached my stop, I felt invested in that goat deal too.

Was standing in a queue at a bakery once and heard an elderly uncle explaining to his grandson, very seriously, that Osmania biscuits taste better on Fridays. The kid kept asking why and the uncle just said experience, refusing to elaborate any further no matter how many times he was pushed on it.