An Arab diplomat visiting the U.S. for the first time was being
wined and dined by the State Department. The Grand Emir was unused
to the salt in American Foods (french fries, cheeses, anchovies,
etc.), and was constantly sending his manservant Abdul to fetch him
a glass of water. Time and time again Abdul would scamper off and
return with a glass of water, but then came the time when he returned
empty-handed.

Abdul, you bastard son of an ugly camel, where is my water?
demanded the Grand Emir.

A thousand pardons, O Illustrious One, stammered the wretched
Abdul. White man sit on well.

Chuck Conway, Mopar Pilot