
The driver, Rakesh, was trying his best to get some recurring business with my deep, non-discerning American pockets. To do this, he spoke in the best American accent he could muster, faking a very deep voice and over-pronouncing his "R"s. "Yes sir(rrrr), I would be happy to take you back to Sunder(rrr) Nagar(rrr)," he said after I asked him for a ride.
We chatted for a while, and I figured that his familiarity with English could be an asset one weekend if Titou were unavailable to take me out. So I asked Rakesh for his name and number.
"Oh, thank you sir(rrr). I would be happy to give you my number(rrr). It's [blah blah blah]."
"And your name?" I asked.
"Rocky."
"Rocky?" I asked. "Really?"
"Yeah, like the movie."
Rocky and his silly accent have my business.