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A Taxi Ride in New Delhi
Those of you who want to perfect their driving technique should go to
India. A friend of mine, Frank Anshen, went to a linguistics conference
in New Delhi and took a taxi from the airport. As in New York City,
Indian taxi drivers are normally Sikhs, who wear a large turban.
As they were driving from the airport, the taxi driver kept his
head turned to the back seat while carrying on a running conversation
with his passenger. Meanwhile, Frank's knuckles were turning white
from gripping the seat and the door handle, as they careened around
winding mountain roads and stormed through villages with cows,
chickens, and people scattering in all directions.
At one point, the driver said "We Sikhs are the best drivers
in the world.
"Do you know why," he asked, "we Sikhs are the best drivers
in the world?"
"N-n-no," Frank stammered, "Why are Sikhs the best drivers
in the world."
"Because," the driver answered, "we Sikhs are not afraid to die!"