An affluent business man walked home from the office, mumbling to himself, "Thank God I'm not like those corrupt East Indians. I go to church every Sunday and tithe ten percent. And all they do is cause problems for everyone. They should just go back to India."
Meanwhile, a brown-faced janitor hailed a taxi to get home. He buckled his seat belt and silently prayed, "Lord, have mercy on me. I can't stop messing things up."