You can take an Indian to America, but you can't take the Indian out of America.Indians love money. So do Americans, of course, but there is a difference. Americans make money so that they can almost instantly spend it. In fact, they even spend money they don't yet possess. Indians like to hang on to money, to build it up into a nice little pile. And their favorite method of acquisition is to seek out bargains. If an Indian can get goods or services at cheaper than the asking price, he considers his day well spent. Here is a true incident that took place in NYC some time ago, to illustrate thispoint. An Indian man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian man hands over the keys and documents of new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out.The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.Two weeks later, the Indian returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow "$5,000" ? The Indian replies:"Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41and expect it to be there when I return'"
Ha. That was funny. A true story: There is a grocery store in india. I have forgotten it's name. It was very clean, spacious, and had wide open aisles for people to easly walk down to find goods. They weren't making money. So the owner (this was a national chain) changed things up. He broke many of the light bulbs, cramped the aisleways and stopped cleaning the stores. Sales instantly went up. Prices didn't change but Indians thought if the store was this dirty then they were getting a bargain.
That ain't a true story, wtf are people coming up with these days. That's an old anecdote about a man and his rolls royce. Second, I hate dealing with Indians. I don't know American Indians but I know European (precisely British) Indians and they constantly look to screw you over every chance they get and most of the time it's change money, it's just the act that matters to them it seems. And it's impossible to get something done with them. Indians are the kind of people where when you agree on something you receive something completely different. They're also rude when they realize there's no possibility for business any longer. I can't stand them. I can do business with with Polaks, Russians, Chinese, Arabs... but I try to avoid Indians wherever I can. QFT