Thai travel agent:

"Here are your one-way tickets to Calcutta, India." He smirks and hands us the tickets, "A one night lay-over in Dacca, Bangladesh; you can pick up your accommodation coupon at the Bangladesh Airlines counter."


Bangladesh.

Calcutta.


It's like a friend saying, "Oh my God, these shoes smell like shit!"

"Really? Let me smell them!"

"Holy crap! Those smell DISGUSTING!"


Why must I always smell the shoes, the farts, the countries that require armies of saints to change the bandages of festering wounds?