(The bell rings. Zayed wakes up, goes to the kitchen, grabs a utensil and opens the door)
Zayed:- (eyes closed) 1 liter milk please
Man:- (irritated) Excuse me sir but I'm not the milkman
Zayed:- (head dozing off) I said 1 liter milk
Man:- (Annoyed) I am not the milkman. I am the mail-man. Please take this mail and sign this form
Zayed:- (Waking up) what mail?
Man:- Well, I wouldn't know now, would I? Please sign here (He makes an angry grunt. Zayed signs quickly and closes the door. He kicks his last night's sneakers under the table, enters the bedroo, sits down on the bed and opens the mail)
Zayed:- (reading the letter out-loud)
How are Ken and you doing? How is college going on? I hope everything is going great for you academically (insert stern mommy look). Before you ask, your dad and I are doing well. We bought the new LED TV for our family room. Your dad has a huge dent in his savings account (Oh well!!!!)
Zayed, I have written this letter to remind you that this is your last semester in college and very soon you will be graduating. You know that in our culture you have come of marriageable age and as you are aware you were engaged to Amrita SEX (hmmm) Amrita Saxena. You need to grow up, end all your petulant antics and behave like the responsible twenty one year old adult that you are.
Take care sweetheart (he sticks his tongue out "yuck") and do write back about your plans for coming home.
(Zayed finishes reading the letter and groans loudly)