7:45 am… i am just sitting on my desk. I am just sipping my coffee that tastes a bit like fairy liquid because i just washed the cup and seems like it didnt rinse thoroughly…
My office phone rings. A strange number. I think about ignoring it for a moment but knew i didn’t want to call back… so i pick up.
Caller: Helloo (a man that could be palastenian/jordanian but with a heavier than usual accent)
Man: Is this the *work place name*
Me: Yes it is?
Me: Huh? Sorry i did not get that?
Man *impatient now*: North Q8 Clinic
Me: North Q8 clinic? ishfeeha?
Man: Badiiii asajel north q8 clinic
Yesajel north q8 clinic in shino?!?!!?! Shelsafla?
Me: Im sorry but i think you need to call the badala (the operator) for that
Man Exploding in Rage: LA SHOOOOOO (WHY?)… LA SHOOOOO BADEE DOOO2 3LA IL BADALEEEE LA SHOOOO HAAAA (why do i have to call the operator WHY?)
Yatnee khoosh zaffa min soba7 allah khair?!!?!?!! Ishsayer hal yomain?!
Me in anger: You must call the operator because i do not know what you want and i cannot help you!!! Call the operator!!!!
Man in anger and disgust: Khalas Khalas (CHRAAAAAAAAAAAAK) slams the phone in my face…
6oo6 6oo6 6oo6 6oo6…
Ya fata7 ya 3leem ya Razaq ya Kareem!!!