Curry, Worry and Hurry

A voice boomed from the entrance:

"I am Dr Deviharin, a cardiologist from Delhi."

What a relief as I nearly had a heart attack.

"Good day." I say. Welcome to Terr..."

"I would like to do a tour of Sun City and a tour of Johannesburg, Soweto and Pretoria. And the Apartheid Museum. And, I need to be back here at six sharp for my whiskey."

The taxi driver was still unloading his luggage.

"You'll need at least three days to do all that," I tell him.

"Well, then I'll just have to stay here longer," he replied.

"Do you know what brings on a heart attack?", asked Dr Deviharin, completing the register.

A big fright, I believe. Like the one you just gave me.

"It's Curry, Worry and Hurry," he says. Now I know.

Steven returns from the airport looking baffled and holding a bag of apples and two banana peels.

Before collecting a guest from the airport, Steven had bought some groceries. He asked Jeffrey if he needed anything - food, airtime or to draw cash.

"Only airtime," was his reply.

On Steven's return, Jeffrey had eaten two bananas and thrown the peels onto the back seat.

Jeffrey signed in as Major and requested a receipt.

"I need your full name and surname, please?" I said.

"I was a Major in the Army and that's all you need to know."

Jeffrey the Major then asked whether South Africa had two currencies, as he had two one hundred rand notes which appeared to be different.

He and Dr Deviharin, over a bottle of whiskey had an intense discussion on the matter.

Before retiring to bed, Jeffrey the Major asked Steven if he could have two apples to help him to sleep.