The setting: Al
Ain, United Arab Emirates – the oasis in the desert
The characters:
A 28-year-old American girl, her father, and an Arab woman in her 60’s
Our scene opens as the American girl chats with her
father in Lulu’s, a popular grocery store. They are waiting for their lunch order to be
filled and she asks him to throw a samosa
in with the Indian dish because she thinks samosas are tasty delights. Our girl is not wearing a head scarf, but is
sporting long, loose pants, a loose-fitting shirt, and a long-sleeved cardigan –
quite modest by America standards, and appropriate to the city.
Someone tugs on the girl’s arm and she looks down at a
very short, rotund older Arab woman. Hello, she
says, tilting her head down with a smile. *tug*
It came again. *tug* Sensing the
woman wanted to whisper something to her, the tall girl leans down.
“Excuse me, I
really don’t mean to be impertinent, but I wanted to tell you something.”
The girl assured her that it was no problem and to go
right ahead.
“Well, I just
thought that maybe you would want to know so I came over to tell you.”
The girl reassured her to go on.
“You see, if I was
in your position I would want to know so I came over to tell you because I
would want someone to do that for me.”
The girl nodded, thinking furiously about what this could
be about, checked the aisles for other people’s heads…yup, other people's heads were
uncovered, too, but maybe the woman wanted her to wear a head scarf
anyway? No problem – she had a spare in
her purse.
“So I guess I will
just tell you because I am in a position easy to see such things…”
By now the girl is thinking ‘Seriously, woman! I’ve got a
crick in my neck from leaning down in your face for so long,’ but keeps an
encouraging look on her face so the woman will keep talking and hopefully get to the point.
“I believe your
zipper is undone.”
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Yes, ladies and gentlemen, sure enough. In the Middle East, arguably the most modest
region in the world, I had omitted to XYZ…and had never been so thankful for
the ease of that simple phrase – XYZ – till then. :P I thanked the woman and she gave me a knowing
smile and told me to have a nice day. I surreptitiously
fixed said issue and headed out to a park with my dad for a picnic lunch…finally modest. ;)
2 comments:
BAHAHA!!! Oh my gosh--I love it so much! I've been lifting you up.
I totally forgot about this. Haha. They can be soooooo polite. - M
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