Not a lot of comments on the panties post. What a bunch of pure, innocent, moral readers I have! Just kidding, because Sitemeter doesn't lie. I got more than twice the number of hits (mostly from google reader) as usual. So fess up you perverts.
We are having a BBQ at our house on Tursday afternoon for the five families in our neighbourhood that we haven't threatened to arrest or kill recently. It's a pretty mixed bunch of folks, and we are hoping that everybody has a nice time, drinks fresh squeezed Juices and beer, and eats our food.
I am also hoping that we can form a Coalition Of The Sane around here, and gradually convince the other 600 assholes in Al Ghubra to move along to a trailer park elsewhere. Or maybe back to whatever rock they crawled out from under in the first place.
Remember back when I was bitching about the kids in our neighbourhood Joyriding in thier dad's Minibus? A couple of weeks ago, while we were out camping, our own resident adolescent decided to "borrow" my car to practice driving. By borrow, I mean steal. Oh god, the irony.
She proceded to run it into / past a wall, at very low speed, scratching the quarter panel and tearing the bumper off. Once we got her to admit that maybe she had taken the car for a teensy-weensy drive, we had the usual discussion. There were tears, and there was lots of shouting. Because as you guys may or may not be aware, the manditory penalty for driving without a lisence here is 48 hours in Prison. Do you think we made her call the ROP and explain that she wrecked the car while driving without a lisence?
You bet your ass we did. She can report that the Byriani in jail is pretty good, but the hamburgers leave something to be desired.
I'm kidding again. We made her call the ROP and explain everything but I' m a little dissapointed/ releived to report that the ROP decided not throw her in the slammer. The guys who came to file the report were very impressed with her owning up to the mistake and accepting responsibility, even if that meant jail. Also, they thought it was hilarious. I was still so angry that I had flat out refused to apply wasta to get my accident report, so she was a very, very lucky girl.
For Sale: One teenager.
Female adolescent, three highly desirable passports, plus a green card. Fair complexion, good with babies and children. Cannot cook to save her life, but could be persuaded to learn. Does laundry. Any reasonable offer considered.
More tomorrow, when I think I'll highlight where to get your hooker fix in Muscat. Gone are the days of One stop shopping at Feeny's or the Sheraton.