In Rangoon many years ago, according to a Burmese anecdote, a newly arrived and impeccably dressed visitor from Britain presented himself at the house of a Burmese dignitary. He was met by a bevy of lovely Burmese girls carrying bowls of water, who said a few words in their native tongue. Anxious to be agreeable, the Briton nodded, whereupon the maidens deluged him, from topper to spats, with cold water. The master of the house laughed & laughed.
The wet and furious Briton presently learned that the girls had formally asked his permission...
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