M did not have change to pay the rickshawwala. She calls me so I can hand her some. I pay the rickshawwala the exact prescribed amount reflected on the meter. We are about to move away but for his incessant digging of his pockets.
M is trying to emphasize that he does not need to return any change and we have paid as much as was the required amount.
He, on the other hand, very causally so, hands her a visiting card and drives away.
It’s a Max New York Life Insurance’s agent’s card.
Mumbai surprises me every day.