I’m at the bus stop, at those little ‘hut’ shops that are generally on street corners. They’re basically your average convenience store, only condensed into a 3 by 3 meter shop with a small window up front. I’m talking to the guy, explaining the kind of gum I want (“extra!” “Najam *say what*?” “ex…trah” “Ahhh, aywa *sounds of enlightenment*!! Eeekstrah!”) when this man shoves up sideways in front of me, angling his body away, and says:
One *pause* Winston. *exaggerated enunciation*
Say what now?
S&S: *taps his shoulder* Excuse me? Hi! I really couldn’t help but notice your behavior so I’d like to familiarize you with a common concept in the tertiary industry. It’s called waiting *pause* in *pause* line *exaggerated enunciation with condescending smile*
Winston Man: Well, it’s not like your lot follows it *sneer*
Oh HELLLLLLLL naw!!!*
S&S: *practically spitting with rage* Oh, as opposed to your lot**, who’re, apparently, only able to follow their apparently thin veneers of modernity and order when there’s a stick being held over their heads?! *smiles – evilly – grabs gum and, realizing she’s there for the bus, waits uncomfortably*
Winston Man: *glares back, finishes up and stalks a few paces off. To wait for the same bus*
In case you’re wondering, the wait was unbearably uncomfortable. He was glaring… I was glaring… our small audience was staring…. I tried to act nonchalant, something I’m not very good at. I was so mad, I dropped a gum piece while I was unwrapping the pack to snickers from Winston Man and our audience.
Reminds me of another similar situation. We were being pushed inexorably by a mob walking, when a man a few heads down practically yells “Would you look at this?! Like sheep!” *underlying smugness* And proceeds to lift his camera above the crowd to take a picture of the ‘sheep.’
I would have happily laid my verbal smackdown, but the mob had other ideas. I lost him in the crowd.
*muttering* Stupid ethnocentric snobs….
Disclaimer: these two represent a minority type. Most tourists, especially men, are enthusiastic, amazingly polite, and funny to boot. I say mainly men because women tend to be a little rude. Especially with Syrian men. But harassment, fob-calls, leers, and outright gawking being what they are, I don’t blame them. I’m a little rude. It’s called adaption.
*Not a sound of disagreement, cause I know it’s true. But insulting privileges are reserved for Syrians and people who say it with some shred of affection in their voices. Definitely not while sneering. Hence, this is a sound of disbelief.
**I’d like clarify that ‘your lot’ bit. I did not mean your lot as in British people (he was British, btw) but rather your lot as in rude people.