This afternoon, I popped by the Indian restaurant on my block for some papadams. They asked me to take a seat at the bar while they made some fresh ones for me; since papadams are much better when they're piping hot, I certainly didn't argue.
As I waited, I watched the sitcom that was playing on the TV. I couldn't understand a word of it, but it seemed awfully familiar. When I first started watching, it showed a man and a woman talking; the man seemed upset about something. He was wearing a ridiculous 70s-porn moustache and a weird outfit, but soon the woman made a gesture and he turned into a nebbishy office worker. He left and went to his desk, where another man — his boss, I presume — arrived and began berating him for something. Cutting back to the woman, another woman appeared and started speaking in a disapproving tone of voice; the first woman referred to her as "Mama" (though they only looked a few years apart) and spoke defensively.
"This has to be the Indian version of Bewitched," I thought to myself. Lo and behold, it is. The male protagonist even works at an ad agency, just like Darren Stevens.