Bloggin From Saudi - Day 35 - Post 16

Cultural Differences????

“Nothing bad ever happened to anyone that ate a Ham sandwich, so eat it and stop your complaining”

That's what my mother told me growing up, but that sage advice isn't what occurred to me today.

I was in the middle of working on my latest report for my company when I decided to break for a little lunch. I usually do lunch during one of the company prayer sessions. It's lonely but I'm able to do my crosswords.

There I was about to bite into my ham sandwich when I realized that it was half-eaten! HALF-EATEN!!!!!! What are we a bunch of animals? Eat a man's sandwich and leave the remains?? 

So I went into my boss Mr. Atwai to report this grievance and he flipped out.

"THEFT IN MY COMPANY??" He screamed

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Tangent -

In the middle of his temper he praised me for my diligence in yet another awkward exchange about my weight:

“Good work Curly”

“Please don't call me Curly sir, it hurts my feelings,” I replied.

“Be proud of your Curly resemblance, he is a great Saudi hero here, a great Muslim and Arab warrior”

I've never had the heart to bring up that the 3 stooges were Jewish, I think it might crush him. 

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So Mr. Budwai then stormed out of his office and started shouting at everyone in an effort to find the perpetrator. Nobody moved.

He finally stood up on one of the desks and inquired as to who was responsible. Nobody moved.

Finally, he offered a bonus to the person that admitted their crime because they would be expressing honesty and deserved a reward despite their eating pig (crime? please...) and stealing.

A small old man stood up and started pointing to himself and he was holding a piece of my sandwich.

The next thing I know, Mr. Budwai rushed at him with a sword and promptly removed his head.

“Nyuk nyuk nyuk, right Curly?” Mr. Budwai asked me, laughing

He then handed me my sandwich, but it was covered in blood!

I looked at him in disgust.

“Stop being such a baby Curly, look, turn the bread over and the other half is fine”, said Mr. Budwai

He was right.