Another crazy introduction during my travels
So, I stepped onto my flight from Boston to Atlanta and settled down in my seat. Presently, another Indian young (the “another” defined “Indian” not “young” 🙂 ) came and sat next to me. He was on a call for the whole time and finally when we were ready to pull out, he finished his call. Trying to break some ice, he asked me how my wine tasted (I was sipping half a glass of red wine). This is how the conversation went:
He: “How is the wine”?
Me: “It is airlines wine. ’nuff said”! 🙂
He: “I am sure the plastic cup brings the taste out”
Me: “You got it!! So, is Atlanta home?”
He: “Yes”
Me: “Where do you work?”
He: “Bain Consulting”
Me: “Aha! I know a guy in your office who makes coffee nervous!!”
He: “Are you talking about my boss John? Are you Rajib Roy from Equifax?”
I am like “WHATTTT???? How did you make that connection?”
Me: “So where are you from?”
He: “India”
Me: “Where in India?”
He: “Calcutta”
Me: “You speak Bengali?”
He: “Yes”
Me: “Get out!!” (upon further reflection, I should have said “Bero”!!! 🙂 )
He (to John in email): “…..John, for some inexplicable reason, Rajib introduced himself as a friend of yours”
John (in five seconds replied in email): “Rajib would be selling curry out of a cart in a crowded street somewhere in India if it were not for me. Of course, he will say I am his friend” 🙂
See why I don’t mind those flight delays anymore? 🙂 🙂
Not sure I can conjure up the image of you ” selling curry out of a cart” !
Oh I can …. with his little cart and bald head with glasses perched on his nose and his toes showing from his sandals and his white robe….. just use your imagination Phil….. you can see him now….. 🙂
More like selling running shoes from a stall in Gariahut…
THAT is funny!!!!
Matching shoes and shirts! Different colors matching the curry :-). Rajib, you got yourself into this lol
Very, very small world indeed…
I am trying to figure out why Atlanta is the West Bengal of India?
Sorry I mean US…
Because Atlanta rocks! Not too popular, not too obscure… Just right…. 🙂
So, how was the connection made?
And if it were not for Rajib Roy, I would be selling dirty water dogs from a pushcart in Manhattan! (Say buddy – you want mustard on that dog)?
The predicament, Alan, would have been errrr… “ruff” 🙂
Hilarious.