Queues

I came off the Monday morning flight from Ahmedabad and walked into the massive granite walls of Mumbai airport. And straight into the men’s loo.

And was confronted by one of the most ridiculous things I had ever seen. Each urinal had a queue of about six to seven men in business suits and dress shirts, shuffling about, reduced in a matter of minutes from preening and yawning in their whisper-quiet, transparent transit buses to third-world citizens.

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