I take a walk to the shop to see what's happened. Turns out, after all that, someone came to deliver and then the family's maid downstairs said I wasn't home and sent them back. Then they sold their ONE 20-liter jug to someone else, and was surprised that I showed up at their shop.
Ah, India. Why does it feel so often like you're conspiring against us?
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