A few years ago a woman was getting into my car when she looked up at the Indian bill with Gandhi on it and she shrieked, "Gandhi, I love Gandhi. Would you trade him for Italy and Argentina? I started laughing and after talking with her, I traded Gandhi for two bills. Later that day I told the story to a couple and the man said seriously, "My mother never would have traded Gandhi." I've told people that I may have the only funny story about Gandhi there is.
The bill I no longer have is on the upper left.
I now have a second funny Gandhi story. We had a fly that was terrorizing us for more than a week. It apparently really liked the kitchen and was always flying very quickly. I had a good couple shots at killing it, but it was really fast.
Finally, I had enough about a week later. I needed something solid and I found my weapon, the paperback book I was reading on Gandhi. I know this bad, but I did use the back cover since he is on the front. The man who is known for peaceful resistance was going to be part of my violent attack on a harmless fly. He would have hated this.
I had a few more whacks at it and it would not slow down. Finally I saw it on our backdoor screen. I quickly shut the inside door and I knew I had it. It was not moving, I may have finally wore it out.
Holding onto Gandhi, my partner, I gave the fly one last chance. I reached inside the door and opened the screen, but it would not get out of our house. With deep regret I swung the book one more time with Gandhi facing me and killed the fly and below is the evidence.
I wiped off the book, but was that really the same fly that was setting records flying in our kitchen? We waited several days and the fly was gone. I have to say this, because it's true. Many people will say that Gandhi was so peaceful that he never would have killed a fly. I was there and I saw him do it.
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