April 07, 2005
AIZA TA'MILI HAGAT WISKHA MA'AYA?
Katie at Resplendent Mango had a memorable plane trip in which she came
close to 1) causing an international incident & 2) getting
her MRS degree. It began when the sleep-deprived New Yorker
found herself trapped beside seated next to an
overlarge, overly-friendly Arab:
"My seatmate asks if I speak French. I do not. He tells me that he is Lebanese. He asks me if I've been to Beirut. Nope. Do I want to go to Beirut? He gives me his phone number in Beirut. And Germany. And Detroit. He insists I put his numbers in my computer."
Katie tries to focus on her laptop, but when the pilot tells them to put away their electronic equipment, she's trapped:
"Now that my hands are free from the computer, he takes one of them & starts vigorously massaging it. I'm having a difficult time retrieving my hand, short of slapping him, which is a step I'm not ready to take for fear of causing an on-board disturbance/international incident.
"He lays his hand face up on my leg, begging to be held. I pick it up & place it back with a firm 'NO'. Enroute back to my lap, my hand is captured again.
"He asks if I am married. In an unfortunate fit of honesty, I say no. He asks me to marry him & come back to Beirut with him. He starts puckering up & beseeching me to kiss him, which gets a very emphatic no. He starts saying I love you! I love you! over & over."
Incredibly, the little tease turns down this offer, as if such chances drop into one's lap every day! Minx!
See also How to Swear in Arabic
Posted by Jeff at April 7, 2005 07:57 AM
Comments
You know, whenever that happens to me ( and it happens more often than one would think ) I just start having a sneezing fit. I mean LOUD CHA-WHOEEY sneezing with lots of spittle and *stuff.*
Works everytime...;-)
Posted by: Rightwingsparkle at April 7, 2005 09:15 PM
