It’s been quite a while since I’ve used the admittedly rather derogatory term “Bloody Indians” for my brethren. The live and let live philosophy is something that I have accepted over time. All this however was rendered invalid by a recent bus trip. The bus I was travelling in had stopped in the night for a combination of a dinner & loo break. Since several other buses had also stopped at the same place & since it was particularly cold & windy that night, there were a rather large number of people who had to relieve themselves at the urinal. While we stood patiently waiting for the others to complete their duties, one gentleman decided that he could wait no longer and turned his back to us and proceeded to go about his business there and then directly onto the floor as we looked on with a mix of amusement and disgust.
Still shaking my head in disbelief I stepped out and was waiting for the bus to leave when I saw a few guys walk towards the nearby trees to relieve themselves. It didn’t even register in my head until I realized that the guys had inadvertently completed their task against the direction of the rather strong wind. Not wanting to ruin their evening, I decided to keep quiet but couldn’t help muttering those 2 words under my breath as they walked by totally unaware of their predicament, “Bloody Indians ……”