Yup. Getting even the simplest things backwards is exactly what that ghastly brain damage soup did to us. Thanks for such a good laugh!! 

Picturing those mostly indigent premies hanging around the airport being totally useless... I can't even write this without laughing. It was that soup again! I'm sure Rawat got credit for the taxpayer grace.

Carrying on with all the irony, my first thought was that they'd take over a gate and start having satsang. That's pretty much what we did in 1979 (year of 2nd Kissimmee). There we were, 11:00 a.m. on a beautiful crystal-clear Sunday morning in a serene town park. Through a bullhorn: "MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. PEACE IS WITHIN YOU. GATHER OVER HERE UNDER THE TREE AND HEAR ALL ABOUT IT. MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE."

What the hell was in that soup!!