{"id":357,"date":"2020-06-16T22:51:48","date_gmt":"2020-06-16T22:51:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/?p=357"},"modified":"2020-06-16T22:51:49","modified_gmt":"2020-06-16T22:51:49","slug":"mr-singh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/allposts\/mr-singh\/","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Singh"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I used to work with a great guy in the Bay Area named Virendra Singh.&nbsp; Not everybody can say that.&nbsp; (By the way, it&#8217;s pronounced &#8220;Vee-rrren-drrrah&#8221;, rolling the r&#8217;s).&nbsp; He was a tech heavy back in the 80&#8217;s.&nbsp; Virendra was from Fiji.&nbsp; Tall, dark, and handsome.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; He had a winning smile and a very appealing accent.&nbsp; He spoke deliberately, confidently.&nbsp; You couldn&#8217;t help but like him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Virendra had an idea once.&nbsp; Being from Fiji, he was ethnically East Indian.&nbsp; His ancestors came from the subcontinent.&nbsp; Virendra told me his mother was a wonderful cook and they wanted to open an Indian restaurant.&nbsp; He went so far as to trademark the name &#8220;New Delhi Deli&#8221;.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t think it ever got off the ground, but it was a great idea.&nbsp; There is actually a New Delhi Deli currently in London.&nbsp; Probably not as good as Virendra&#8217;s mom&#8217;s cooking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was invited to a Halloween costume party at Virendra&#8217;s house one year.&nbsp; It was during the &#8220;Dallas&#8221; craze on TV.&nbsp; I didn&#8217;t watch it, but I was familiar with the concept.&nbsp; So I had the idea of dressing up like a Texas billionaire.&nbsp; I went out to the local Goodwill store and bought a &#8220;fancy&#8221; cowboy hat, a cowboy shirt with embroidered loops that looked like lariats and little guns for buttons, and a &#8220;matching&#8221; cowboy jacket, with a similar embroidered pattern.&nbsp; I also bought a bolo tie, and I had some Fry boots and blue jeans to complete the outfit.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To emphasize the billionaire aspect, I bought a huge plastic cigar and a used Monopoly set (never played it growing up!)&nbsp; I took the Monopoly money and stuffed it into the pockets of my shirt, jacket and pants.&nbsp; I looked ridiculous.&nbsp; But surely like a billionaire to anyone who watched TV back then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I walked in Virendra&#8217;s front door, I affected a bad Texas drawl.&nbsp; I had a wad of Monopoly bills in my hands and started passing them out to everyone I encountered.&nbsp; As I walked up to Virendra&#8217;s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Singh, they took a step back at my appearance and demeanor, and sort of gasped.&nbsp; I had never met them.&nbsp; And vice versa.&nbsp; They thought I was the real thing.&nbsp; Amazing the power Larry Hagman had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I handed Mr. Singh a wad of bills and said &#8220;There ya go, son&#8221; (drawly pronounced &#8220;suuuun&#8221;).&nbsp; &#8220;Keep it!&nbsp; Keep it!&nbsp; There&#8217;s plenty more where <em>that<\/em> came from!&#8221;, or some such nonsense.&nbsp; Mr. Singh, being obviously a man of honor, refused the &#8220;donation&#8221; 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