Setting: The sun is peeking out from beneath the trees as dusk falls upon the city of Lucknow, India. A dashing young man - a foreigner - is attempting to hail an auto rickshaw on the street corner.
David (the foreigner): Hazraat Ganj?
Auto driver: Eh? Yeh yeh eh yeh
David: Ok, great.
David gets into the autorickshaw and sits next to another man.
The ride is silent for a few moments. The man, an Indian, stares at David, who shifts uncomfortably in his seat while pretending not to notice.
Man: You from where?
David: Oh...the US.
Man (suddenly smiling): Oh!
David: Yeah.
Man: Obama!
David: Yeah? He's the president.
Man: Washington D.C.!
David: Yeah, Washington.
Man: Capital.
David: You're right.
Man: Lucknow is capital.
David: Yeah! It is...very nice.
Man: Obama young man.
David: Hm ye...
Man: 47? Young man...very young man.
David: Well I gue..
Man: Chicago!
David: ...Um yeah...that's the city Obama is from.
Man: Obama.
David (nodding): Yup...
The autorickshaw slows and David pays the driver and starts to get out.
David: All right, bye.
Man (smiling and waving): Obama!
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Don't let the smiling fool you though. They still try to charge me more for everything.
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