A Gujarati named Ramjibahi lived in New York city. Once he went to a bank to request a loan of $5000 as he was about to leave for a business trip to Europe. The bank agreed for the loan but asked for a guarantee. The Gujarati immediately handed the bank manager the keys to his brand new rolls royce that was parked downstairs. The bank people agreed and parked the rolls royce in their parking lot. The Gujarati took the $5000 and went to Europe.
He returned after a week. The bank asked him $12.50 interest on the loan. The Gujarati payed the amount and the interest and was about to leave before the bank manager stopped him for a minute. The manager told the Gujarati that he was pleased to do business with the Gujarati but he also told that, sir,we checked your accounts and we came to know that you are a millionaire,then why did you borrow just $5000 from us? the Gujarati replied, it's not the $5000 that matter, what matters is that I couldn't have found a parking for my car in $12.50 for 1 week.
An Ahmedabadi called the obituary section of a leading local newspaper. He inquired-"Tell me, how much would it cost to have an obitualry printed in your Newspaper".
The ad clerk politely told him, "It would be Rupees 100 a word, sir!"
"Thats fine", said Lalloobhai Ahmedabadi after a moment of cost calculation.
"OK, then take them down, Jagdukaka Dead" He dictated to the clerk.
"Oh, that's all?" asked the clerk anticipating big writeup for dear ones.
"Yes, that's it. And charge rupees two hundred to my credit card, please, here is number".
"Hold it Sir, I am sorry, but I should have informed you that the Ad must be for minimum five hundred rupees and you may have minimum five words".
Lalloobhai got annoyed at the failures of his cost calculations. He blasted the Clerk, "Yes, you should have told me that, ahead".
After a moment of updating his cost versus benefit calcs, he loudlly dictated again, "OK write, Jagdukaka dead, Honda for Sale".