Today my friend told me an incredible story.
At a security check-point in the Diplomatic Quarter a man and his wife were stopped. The officer asked the usual questions, what are you here for?.. ect. Nothing out of the ordinary.
And then, he asked: "Does this belong to you?" ("hatha taba3ak?", to be more precise) indicating the man's wife.
Like she were a house plant or a sock. Or a toilet seat. Or a dirty magazine. Or a box of rice-crispies. Or a pickle jar... Hey.. Thinking up random objects is fun!
I'm sending this message out into the world: I refuse to be a houseplant, and by gum if I am ever treated like one there will be hell to pay.
"Hell" being a hell of a lot of screaming from my end, ofcourse.
However, if I ran the world that culprit would be arrested and forced to eat fried mud for sixty-three days.
That'd teach him.
PS. Thinking up random punishments is also fun, by the way.