At Heatthrow airport, an announcement goes out over the Public Address system

'Mr.Rand Chod Kar Sandaas! Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas - please report to the Reception desk'. Ranchhodbhai Karsandas, who has just arrived from Surat , goes red with anger. He goes to the reception, and shouts loudly to the English receptionist. The following conversation must go into the history books of cock-ups: Ranchhodbhai: 'Madar Chod ! I amRanchhod.... Receptionist: 'Mr. Madar Chod Rand Chod ? Sir, that is not the name I have here.. I have Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas..... Ranchhodbhai: 'Arrey Bhenchod ! I am NOT Madar chod!' Receptionist: 'So are you Mr. R.A. Ben or Mr. R.A. Chod? Is your surname Ben or Chod ?' Ranchhodbhai: (now really really pissed off) 'Chootia teri! I am Ranchhod....' Receptionist: 'Excellent sir, so whois Chootia Teri then?' Whereupon, a Chinese gentleman ambles up to the Reception and asks: 'Were you calling me?' Receptionist: 'Now, who are you?' Chinese: 'I am Choo Tia......' Ranchhodbhai decides to fly back to Surat!