We were coming back from dinner a few nights ago when B turned and asked me who I thought our server Hershrane (who is not afraid to tell us that he likes to make love to his wife, listen to Shakira and watch Arnold Swarzenegger movies) looked like. I was stumped. "Umm, I don't know" I said. B answered with "my Dad." I was all "dude, you think Hershrane looks like your Dad!!" I was blown away by this statement. Then B said "imagine if my Dad was 30 pounds lighter, 30 years younger, a few inches shorter, and Indian." No, I can't imagine that. It's about as possible as me looking like Lisa Ling or Liza Minelli.
Hershrane , a.k.a. B's dad's Indian doppelganger
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