Invite to fabulous new friend's 40th birthday party - check
All dolled up in favorite dress and heels - check
Called for a private car to avoid drunk driving and the hassle of hailing a cab or rickshaw - check
Driver looks me up and down and asks me, 'To what hotel you going tonight?' Implying I must be a prostitute - check
Rage in check only because my slapjack wouldn't fit into my purse.
Impression of Indian men in the gutter...again.
