Lay Your Poo on the Table

And maybe your cards too, if you think about it. Ohhhh no. Don't hold back.

So I just got back from a business dinner with...mmm...19 or so guys from India, and during the course of the conversation, I mentioned that my degree was in Sociology. AND I KID.YOU.NOT - one of the guys did that thing - you know - that thing where you LAUGH OUT LOUD FROM YOUR TOES, COVER YOUR MOUTH, AND POINT. And it wasn't the polite, 2 fingered, flight attendant point either. This was the "index-finger-only, point-out-the-dumb-ass" kind of a point. The dumb ass who paid good money to get a degree in sociology, and not in engineering, like the rest of the geniuses sitting at the table.

Editors note: This is where you start humming that one "Sesame Street" song: "...one of these kids is doing his own thing..."

Lovely. Reeeallly lovely. He might as well have plugged his nose, backed up his chair, and proceeded to run from the room with his arms flailing - like you'd do if there was a wad of poo on the dinner table or something.

So I am not quite sure what to make of this - this "happy" encounter. Perhaps it's a cultural thing?

I'm gonna go ahead and tell myself that. That's it - that's how they show respect to their colleagues in India.


AM I RIGHT?



"...come on, can you tell which one?"