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, May 3, 2011

Remove Thyself

The arrogance of some people in this country is really beyond me. The fact that they pull up at a mom and pop grocery store and lay on their horns for service goes right through me. Maybe I'm jealous that I don't have the nerve or wasta to do the same? Hmmph, could be, BUT it goes a step further. Not only are they expecting the grocer to retrieve them a juice or 50cent water, they are blocking traffic while the exchange is going on. Heaven forbid they pull into a parking space. This is not an unusual occurrence in Doha, but if the car behind the aforementioned lazy good for nothing bum toots his horn enough, they will pull over, eventually. Well, eventually never came around a couple of days ago when David and I were trying to make it through a local strip mall. Two cars ahead of us was a Land Cruiser that was mightier than thou with no intention of removing himself from traffic's way. Bonehead. With David in the driver seat, I jumped out of the jeep, storming towards my friend while mouthing off a few nice French words. Before I even laid into the guy, he looks at me and says, "What? What's the problem?". Me all wide eyed, Are you freakin' kidding me? Move your car out of our way. Who do you think you are?" Yeah, I was full of bravado. I could say that because I knew he wasn't Qatari by his thobe style and head gear. He mouthed a few unintelligible words and then the cavalry arrived. Mr. Qatari in his sharp white crisp thobe, studded cuff links, and Rolex got up close and personal in this guys face while doing some fancy hand gesturing. Car moved. Case closed. God, I love this place.

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  1. My all time favourite grocery horn-blast story goes like this....I went to my shop, across the road. Landcruiser with two women, blarig their horn at our lovely shopkeeper. He dutifully goes to their car, all the while, the horrid women are totally sneering at this man. Inside, I see him package sanitary protection into a discreet blue plastic carrier bag. He delivers it to his ungrateful customers. Not even a shukran. Could not believe my eyes.

  2. Oh, WOW. I'd say nothing ever surprises me here, but ultimately, something ALWAYS does. And you can bet your boots that there was no tip exchange on that covert operation you witnessed!

  3. oh my goodness mother...i just laughed out loud... please don't get yourself kicked out of that place.... you won't know what to do with yourself back here... i love you!! 10 more days!!!!!!


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