The Indians love me. No they don’t, they fucking adore me. I’m their hero. I was the one who stood up against the evil Chinese who wouldn’t let the fire brigade break into his precious lift to free Indians who were stuck in it.
I get taps on the back, a wave here or there, and discounts at all the Indian shops in the hood. Word has spread like wild fire that a foreigner stuck up for the Indian community.
Yes I stood up to the fucking Chinese who didn’t care about the discomfort of the Indians.
He was a smug little bastard too.
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