Recently I had occasion to bring a flat tire to a garage for work. There happens to be a sunoco gas station and garage in relative proximity to the office, so that is where he gets all his work done. After all of the preaching against stereotyping and broad generalizations of people, you cannot change the fact that this station is run solely by Indians, all of whom are probably related to each other.

I often swap vehicles for oil changes there, but I never really have to talk to them for anything other than to let them know my intentions. He inspected the flat tire, filled it up, twirled it around and around, got some water and poured it on the loud spot. He pulled out a colored pencil and marked a line and said, "Ohhh, see, the rim is cracked", then with a most somber and sorrowful disposition said, "So sorry the bad new". I stifled a laugh.

Eh, yeah they have broken English, and they treat their employees funny and they forget prepositions, but they get the job done and are nice. It is a far cry from the American garage that I had to take a tire to one time. The tire had suffered a blowout on the highway, and when the guy at the garage examined it he smartly informed me that, "D***, this rim is f****** hammered!". They got the job done too, but somehow it wasn't the same as the Indian place.