Sardarji is having breakfast, in Paris, one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him, the indian ignores the frenchman who, nevertheless, the frenchman starts conversation.
Frenchman: "you indian folk eat the whole bread..??"
Sardarji: (in a bad mood) "of course."
Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) "we don't. In France, we only eat what's inside. The crust we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to India." The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.
The Sardarji listens in silence.
The Frenchman persists: "do you eat jam with the bread..??"
Sardarji: "of course."
Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling) "we don't. In france we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to India."
After a moment of silence, Sardarji then asks: "do you make love in France?"
Frenchman: "why, of course we do." he says with a big smirk.
Sardarji: "and what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"
Frenchman: "we throw them away.. Of course!"
Sardarji: "we don't. In India, we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France."
