[font="'comic sans ms'"]A tall, hefty Sardar, new to town, stepped into a bar for a drink.[/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]Unfortunately, the regulars in the bar had a habit of picking on strangers. [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]When the Sardarji finished his drink, he found that the bike he had parked outside had been stolen. [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]He went back into the bar, banged his fist on the table and yelled, "Which one of you bastards stole my bike..??" [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]No one answered...[/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]"Alright, I'm going to have another drink, and if my bike isn't back outside by the time I finish, [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]I'm going to do what I did in Patiala.. And I don't like to have to do what I did in Patiala..!" he said calmly.. [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]Some of the regulars shifted restlessly. The Sardarji, true to his word, had another drink, [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]walked outside and found that his bike had been returned outside the bar. Sardarji started the bike to ride out. [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, "Sir, before you go.. What happened in Patiala..?" [/font]
[font="'comic sans ms'"]The Sardar turned back and said, "i had to walk home...." :livid:[/font][font="'comic sans ms'"] [/font]