You know you live in the Middle East when…
You’re walking down the street with your 6-year-old and he suddenly belches.
Loudly.
And you look at him.
And he looks at you.
And you both simultaneously query:
“Well?. . .”
Your expectation is that he say “Excuse me”.
And his?
“Aren’t you going to say ‘To your Good Health’”?
does anyone know of a nearby deprogramming center?
