"So, how are we gonna get to Trivandrum?" Lonappan asked John. After his conversation with Ponnappan, he was hell bent on reaching Trivandrum as late as possible.
"Well, I thought that we could get to the nearest airport and get a connecting flight to Trivandrum." John replied.
Hearing this, Lonappan took out his phone and surfed for a bit. "Look, the tickets for the cheapest connecting flight are over. Now, all that's left is the tickets for a twenty-two thousand's ticket." Lonappan spoke, with a genuine concern in his voice.
"Dollars?"
"No, rupees."
"Well, that's fine! I can spend that amount for the two of us! You don't have to worry about it!" John shrugged.
"Well, that's just a waste of money, isn't it? It's not healthy for a miser like me. I just can't get on the flight spending that amount of money. My conscience won't allow me to." Lonappan pulled out the ultimate trick of his book—the power of bullshitting.
