Running by the bay:
Middle-aged woman wearing this t-shirt. Kind of bold for these folks but apparently it’s a hot seller in the local shops.
Then, a disheveled man, clearly not playing with a full deck of cards, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a towel around his waist. A stray dog approached him. In a fit of anger, he flashed the dog. And me. A lot.
(Go ahead and make the connection between the crazy man and the woman’s t-shirt. It’s not hard to do.)
In the hotel lobby:
South African cricket player: Excuse me, where are you from?
(Here we go again, for the third time in a week.)
Me: The US.
South African cricket player: Dammit. My buddies and I first said “America” but then I thought, “No, must be south of France. Or Germany.” Now I owe them drinks.
So now I’m the subject of hotel lobby bets? Swell.
On the Mumbai local railways this week:
Didn’t I just say something about lawsuits waiting tohappen?