curry?

Back a life or so ago,I drove an airport shuttle;
I'd pick up people from different addresses,fill up the van and bring them to the airport,so they could fly to wherever the heck they were trying to escape to.I would always encourage the vacationers with little farewell quips like"Have a nice vacation,too bad you have to take yourself with you"or "When do you want me to pick you up?,that is if you survive the plane crash."or "Is this one your wife,or the girl you were with last time?
Everybody loved Ted.
Anyway one day I had to pick up 7 people at Kennedy,(That's JFK for those of you who went to Baptist college)
The first 5 are one group of really lovely little old frail ladies,sweet and telling about all the fun they had and how they were real tired and anxious to get home,All in nice light summer tourist clothing.
I took off and soon spotted my next ride waiting at the assigned area,2 rather disheveled Indian guys,How did I know they were Indian for those of you wanting to stab me with your inane"we are the world,don't prejudge on appearance,don't profile,maybe they were some sort of other Asian maybe they were just human beings."Here's how I could tell...Cause they looked like Indian!!!,is that alright that they are Indians and somebody can tell their Indians because they haven't lived in your insular elitist limousine liberal little world.You destroyer of every kindness and good human charity,by mandating everyone how to be with the rest of humanity!!!!
Once I was having a discussion with a hippie waitress of mine(proud boaster of armpit hair and all things braided Indian style (Feathers, not dots like the heroes of our story)about the terrible poverty in India and how really sad the situation there is,she of course started singing that old favorite,globalist ballad called Overpopulation,I chimed in boyishly as is my habit(Chiming in boyishly, that is)that I thought the reason they were in such abject poverty was a result of Hinduism(Need I repeat the stories of people living in the streets near starvation and feeding the foraging local rats there last morsel of food because the rat is worshipped only second to Elsie the Cow.
She called me a racist.Sad I hate Indians(dots not feathers)( Now can you respect all people but not respect all beliefs,I guess not in America.
AnywaaaaaaayI pull up to these to guys and from my vantage point(and buy vantage point I mean that I poses site)I can see that one of these two gentle man has had too much to drink on the plane,so I open the door and say to the not drunk one"Is your friend gonna be alright? because I cant abide and wont baby sit drunks)"oh yes yes' he says, 'he's fine, just had a little too much to drink, but he'll just sleep in the van"I said, "look I'm not supposed to take anyone who's obviously intoxicated in the van'.He says" please Sir we just want to go home, we're tired and he won't misbehave at all. He's been sleeping on the plane and he'll be fine"So I say to the drunk one"Can you understand me?"He says "Yes" so I said, 'Are you OK ?I mean I don't want to take you cause your drunk and I have these nice old white Ladies in the van, so I need to know that there wont be any trouble.He said "Sir"(Putting his hand up to his chest,"I promise ,you I will not speak, I will just go to sleep,I'm sorry"he was obviously a really sweet man that had, had a little too much alcohol and was already apologising for any bad behavior he obviously did not have in him to do.Satisfied with his answer I told them to step on the van and sit in the back in a very pleasant and inviting tone( If I do Say so myself).They get on the van, walked to the back,sat down, and the drunk one immediately starts projectile vomiting stinky curry and Jack Daniels all over the backs and heads of the little old white ladies,not to mention the interior of the van,me ,his friend, the dashboard ,the windows, the steering wheel,everything .This vomiting went on for a full five minutes
Horror at Kennedy(that's JFK for those of you who attended a baptist college)