Our five year adventure in Doha, Qatar ended June 1, 2012, but the memories will always remain. It's back to Texas where I have decided...Qatar isn't cornering the market on "quirky", as I once believed. Thanks for opening my eyes to the world, Doha!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Lowdown of Chinatown

Please note: Today's characters' names have been changed to protect the innocent (or would that be the guilty??).

I think Chinatown is where I said that I would begin today. Dayla and Dybil had a free evening, while Dristi visited with a college friend of hers in Long Island. The two ladies opened up their trusty city map to see what trouble they could find and Chinatown popped out at them screaming their names. Dayla had mentioned that she could really use a new wallet, so what better place was there to complete the mission than in shoppers' paradise. So, how does one find great deals on name brand leather goods? You don't. They find you. As the two ladies were meandering the streets of the aptly named area, they were randomly hearing understated voices in their ears saying things like, "handbags?", "purses?". Ding, ding, ding....hellooooo, anybody home? was what Dybil was thinking when she realized what was going on. Yes, yes, Dayla, he said "purse", as in "do you want to purchase a wallet?". So off they followed this little man through a shady doorway off the street, up a flight of dirty stairs into a 12 foot by 12 foot room full of designer bags and wallets. Dayla didn't find a wallet she liked, but fell in love with a "Coach" purse. She haggled with the little Asian lady and settled on a price, but when Dybil bargained for a purse that she liked the store proprietor turned her down cold. "Fine Helen", (that's Dybil's nickname for those that she doesn't actually know their name...don't ask me why) she said and was out the door, down the hall and in the stairwell when trampling footsteps from afar could be heard with a shrill scream ensuing, "HELLO, HELLO, HELLOOOO!". Dayla and Dybil stopped in their tracks as the out of breath Asian lady said, "OK, OK, I sell to you". Wow, is that all you have to do is leave? So, Dybil went back, made the purchase and was on her way when she realized that she got the purse that had a flaw. She went back to tell the storekeeper that she wanted the other one that was just like it, but without the scratch marks. Well, heaven forbid. That didn't go over well. She was yakking in Dybil's ear to her friend that that was why she gave her such a good bargain in the first place. Dybil opted out with a no way Jose, got her money back and was out the door and to the stairwell when the stampede of feet started, once again, with the same song second verse of "HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!". Yeah, you get the picture. The whole experience was a hoot and Dayla and Dybil decided that there was no way that they could allow Dristi to miss this experience. They took her back the next day, but it was a whole new ballgame even for them. This time, no back allies or stairways. It was hidden doors and rotating walls. That my friends, is the lowdown of Chinatown.

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  1. What? No picture of the purse???

  2. You are so funny, Dybil! That's the vacation stories I like to read about.


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