Oct 19, 2009, 3:16 PM
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more or less expected that attitude when I started this thread. Yellow Lemons, you can't be serious. These gringos must be crazy.
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I used to travel quite a bit in India where they like their tea sweet. Sweet might be a bit of an understatement. It's beyond sweet. At that time I had a girlfriend who wanted her tea without any sugar, so I learned to say, in Hindi, two teas please, one no sugar. They always assumed I didn't really understand what I was saying and both teas came with sugar. I got a kick out of it, my girlfriend, she didn't find it as funny.
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I misread your post and made some snotty rejoinder but my far more intelligent wife informed me of my stupidity which, by the way, she has been doing since 1971, so she rightfully deleted my moronic post but i must tell you this:
I got a big kick out of your comment about Indian sweet tea as the experience you had is reflective of what might very well have happened to you in Mexico or, actually, in my home region of South Alabama as well. I spent a year or so back in the 1960s traveling about India as a useless vagabond and learned long ago that the very concept of tea without milk or an excessive amount of sugar is, or at least, was, inconceivable in that beautiful but mysterious subcontinent. I'm a sumbitch if I did not finally get fed up with the notion that every morning as dawn occurred, I was disturbed in my deep sleep by the morning Indian ritual of communally relished sweet tea enjoyed with vociferous discourse in the kinds of places I could afford in those days which consisted primarily of bunks in community bedrooms in Salvation Army hostles and YMCAs and the like and I'll never forget the day in Calcutta in one of those basic and spartan communal bedrooms with a rent in the 1960s of something like $0.30US a day at most including tea and I finally became fed up with this seeming intrusion upon my peaceful rest and, as my Indian roommates, mostly Indian businessmen, sat about my bunk enjoying their sweet tea and engaging in loud chatter, I sat up and said:
"I realize you Indians like to get up early and drink your sweet tea with milk every morning at dawn but may I please have some peace and quiet"
"Who do you people think you are coming over here with your white man's colonialist attitude telling us how to live."
Time to ride the rails to Madras.
(This post was edited by Hound Dog on Oct 19, 2009, 3:58 PM)