Vultswagon

Yes, I know it's spelled wrong. Actually it's a pretty terrible pun. But first you need to know the story.

So, we get a bus home but the closest place was the main station so we went there. Of course it's a great place for rickshaws to wait. They assume we're ignorant tourists. That we don't know what everything costs or is worth. So they mob. 6 of them just come up to us and say where do you need to go (cause obviously your white and incapable of walking). My dad turns to me and I say I want to walk. So he tells them no thanks. Then we start walking away. And they descend on us again! They say auto rickshaw is much faster. My dad decides to ask "yevlo?" (how much?). Rs.(rupees) 60. 60, really? That's 3 times what a (good) Tamil barterer will pay. We decide not to go by auto. No thanks, is our answer, and we walk away.

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Anyway, they get this shocked look on their face, like, hey, white people decided to walk. Then they start pestering again. Vultures, I tell my dad, slightly hysterical. They're like vultures! My dad seems to be in a bartering mood (though he denies it now, trying to hide his love of arguing). We know as foreigners we can't expect a completely fair price. My dad says Rs. 25. He also wants to walk so he sets it insanely low. No, no, 40, comes the reply. She wants to walk, says he glancing at me. An argument (the one my dad had been itchin' for) ensued. We started to walk. Suddenly one comes and says that he'll take us. So we do take an auto. It's a victory to get a price that low.

So, in short, the drivers of autos are vultures. That makes their weapons of mass destruction (destruction of westerner's wallets, that is) there vulture mobiles. One could even venture to call autos vulture wagons. In short vultswagons.