When I was in Madras, I ran twelve miles in the Madras heat. Afterwards, I went to a store to get some soda.
One, two, three, four, five, six sodas I drank one by one. The owner laughed and laughed.
I said to him, “Why are you laughing? You go and run twelve miles!”
He said, “I won’t be able to run even half a mile.”
RB 123. 1 November 1979↩