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- Sabra
- Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”
Oh but they must also add all the men who speed, (and then maim some innocents), all those who make a turn from the incorrect lane and all who have the mirrors turned toward THEM and not properly positioned to see rearward traffic.
ReplyDeleteMaybe just set aside the Empty Quarter and fence it in?
I am under the impression that no one in KSA uses a seat belt, so many of the worst drivers are currently filling the graveyards without the direction of a judge.
ReplyDeleteAnd Linda, you'd understand my mirror position better if you knew how gorgeous i am.
See today's later post, Linda. A Traffic Policeman FAST ASLEEP IN HIS CAR!!! Not to worry about needing to fence in the Empty Quarter, that's for sure...
ReplyDeleteNo seat belts and no child safety seats, vd. If something happens? No matter. That is what "he" wants to happen. PCRC, I say.