Slept at about 7 this morning to the sound of men fussing and fighting. I didn't think much of it, since these cheap labor people are always fighting amongst themselves and with our domestic help, because mommy dearest has enforced a rule wherein our help aren't allowed to offer them any food or drink. The men usually go ballistic, and end up being screamed at by mom, telling them to go to the Co-op and buy their own food.
That wasn't the case today.
I was rudely awoken at around 6pm, to the sound of rain. RAIN people! It's fricking June already!!!
Talk about freak rain.
Usually I don't sleep in on Fridays. I'm up and early, doing my salon rounds, and of course, waiting for our Maid fish lunch.
But there was no Maid today!! Mom buys the stuff grilled from this joint in Salmiya or Hawalli, and today they ran out!! That never happens!! What the hell is happening with the world?
I ended up having one of my absolute favorite meals. White rice with white onions!
Back to the screeching workers. So mom was telling me how they were screaming right outside my window, and I sleep like Ahl Ilkahf for not hearing them, and that I should fess up about my drug intake, coz the way I sleep can only be induced by drugs, and blah blah blah blah.
The workers had all come in a taxi together, and had been expecting to be charged the usual 1.5 KD. I guess coz today is Friday, the driver decided to charge them 2 whole entire KD's. What do the workers do? Beat the living crap out of the driver and strangle him. HAHAHA somehow I find this all very very comical.
The driver heads to Bayan Police Station and drags along a couple of coppers over to our place. And the screech-fest began.
Two of the dudes had no iqama (visa?), the "boss" was in trouble with his kafeel (sponsor?) who'd put out a warrant for his arrest or something along those lines. And mom's cement is sitting out in the pouring rain.
She's having a stroke as we speak. 2000 KD down the toilet.
