Usual story about how sorry I am, how I'll never do it again, how my house is in Santhome and my dad is in the government, and he asks for money. So I show him my wallet, which has exactly twenty five rupees.
He asks me if I have any dollars.
You understand my puzzlement. What Dollars, I say? I picture scenes from old Tamil movies where the pendant on a chain worn around the neck is called a dollar. I wonder if he thinks I have some sort of gold dollar on my person.
He asks again if I have dollars.
Foreign dollars. Wait, why would I have foreign dollars? Lots of people have them these days, he says. Well, kind sir, I regret to say I have no dollars. He looks at me contemptuously, swipes my twenty, scorns my torn fiver and send me off with a warning.
There is a lesson to be learned here: Your dollars are not safe anymore.
P.S.: Policemen these days have no cents. Get it? get it?
Aiye chi thu. Why spoil a perfectly good post with a piece of Nithishism??
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