We were sitting in the back seat of a cab on our way to the Perth airport this morning and the driver was a young Indian guy named Rishmal. I told him I used to have a close friend who was Indian and then asked where he was from.
“Punjab,” he answered.
“Ahhh, you’re Punjabi.”
“How do you know we’re called Punjabis?”, he asked in amazement. “You know everything, sir.”
“Please repeat that to my wife,” I said. “Because she doesn’t think I know anything.”
C’mon, Jamie, if you can’t believe an Indian cab driver in Perth, Western Australia, who can you believe?