This, or variants thereof, might have been the scenarios in various Australian workplaces this morning as resident Indians walked in the door.
A1: Look who’s here. And wipe that smile off your face.
My Manager (another A): Good to see you mate. Thought you’d be calling in sick from Perth.
Me: Well, the red-eyes going west were all full of those bloody miners on FIFO deals.
A2: I tell you, these Indians, terrorising us Aussies-haven’t heard of sticking to scripts have ya?
A1: Looks a few inches taller don’ he?
A2: Well, if we bat the way our bowlers bowled at See-wag yesterday evening, your boys might make that trip after all.