Shilpa ordered some amazing saris from India for a couple of upcoming weddings. They were handmade to order in a small village, probably hand-delivered on foot or bicycle to the nearest town, then driven to the nearest local delivery company, and ultimately to a city large enough to have an UPS office for shipment overseas to SF. And now, having made it that far, they may not get here in time. "My saris from India are being held up by the volcano in Iceland."
What sort of crazy-ass world do we live in that that is a completely reasonable and comprehensible sentence?
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