Osmosis of matter

When water finds its own level, it is called osmosis. Similarly, when matters run their course, they resolve in some way. I re-learned this principle when I happened to witness a random altercation involving a quintessential auto driver of our country, who always behaves like Oliver and his passenger, an angry old American woman.

Since both of them could not quarrel fluently in the Queen’s tongue due to their respective accents and constrained vocabulary, the onlookers were roped in for support.  
Our man had asked the lady to tip him with a dollar or two. It put off the lady, who had been expected to tip in her currency by practically every Indian who served her in some capacity during her tour of our land. She declared that she was not ready to part with any more dollars especially on the last day of her trip. The matter could have ended there if she had walked away in a huff and the driver had buzzed off cursing her under his breath.

However, there was a twist in the tale. The lady announced that she planned to teach the stinking Indians a lesson, obviously, referring to the driver and his like-minded brethren. The driver took umbrage at the adjective employed to his countrymen and insisted that the lady should duly apologise. Some bystanders clucked in agreement.
The subsequent talk revolved on this adjective in a mix of English and some of our languages. Fingers were pointed at the lady. She misconstrued the dialogue to be racist and  sexist in nature. She randomly bid one of the onlookers to call the police.

A latecomer among the spectators promptly commented on the escalating levels of eve-teasing in broad daylight and jabbed away at his cell phone. Nobody bothered to correct him. The lady who was red and livid by now, snatched the instrument from him and switched it off uttering more inanities against Indians.

She said that she did not want any police involvement, because she was flying away from the country anyway. Her sole helper was offended sorely. The auto driver used this opportune moment and told the lady soothingly that it was getting late and chivalrously ushered her into the vehicle.

The lady told him firmly that she had run out of small change in dollars and asked him would a hundred rupees suffice before taking her seat. The driver nodded vigorously and told her that she was running out of time. He turned around and asked us whether we had no other business and the lady added that we must disperse, because there was no circus going on there.