The life, times and musings of an American Midwest woman who moves to Northeast Africa.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
A Series of Unfortunate Events
1. John has fever.
2. John can't go to Arabic class.
3. Pam goes alone.
4. Pam gets taxi.
5. Taxi driver tells Pam he can get her to the address she told him.
6. Pam gets in taxi.
7. Taxi driver begins to ask where one of the streets is.
8. Pam answers in English.
9. Taxi driver only speaks Arabic.
10. Pam uses her 10 Arabic words to tell him that she knows no other Arabic.
11. Taxi driver raises his voice and asks Pam to write the address in Arabic.
12. Pam forgot her English to Arabic Pocket Guide.
13. Taxi driver flails arms and gestures again that I show him the address in Arabic.
14. Pam says the address outloud to him hoping that he realizes that the street names ARE IN ARABIC.
15. Driver raises volume again and shakes his head.
16. Pam raises volume and tells him again that SHE CAN'T WRITE IN ARABIC.
17. Driver slows down and looks around.
18. Pam tells driver to stop the car.
19. He slows even more.
20. Pam in her most serious voice says, "STOP THE TAXI."
21. He stops and she gets out.
22. Pam gets a new driver.
23. Pam asks if he knows how to get to this address.
24. He says yes. (You'd think Pam would be wise to this answer by now.)
25. He takes 2 turns and arrives in front of the school.
26. Pam tells him, "Shukran" (thank you) and barely makes it to class.
27. Pam's instructor tells her that tomorrow we will be learning how to talk to taxi drivers.
28. Pam says, "It's too little, too late."
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