So I went to Pepboys a few weeks ago for an oil change. As I walked up to the counter, I saw there was a line ending in an Indian guy in shorts. As I walked up to the end of the line, he acted as if I was gonna be barging ahead of him in the queue and squeezed closer into the line to clarify his stance with regard to my expected intrusion. Fuck, I thought, these Indians, why do they have to be so competitive in every field? Why can't they trust their fellow men for a change?
So being the possessor of telepathic powers that I am, I mentally said to him, "My friend, I can see that you are standing in line. I understand what the purpose of this line is. And I am not gonna thwart that purpose by stealing your position. So relax and enjoy life without taking any tension."
A few minutes later, I saw a Chinese woman walking up to the line. But before my mind could react, my body had already slithered closer to the rest of the line, closing the gap between me and the other Indian. And then, I heard a voice talking inside my head in Chinese, asking me to relax and not to take any tension.