Thank god for Baskin Robbins! December 7, 2006Posted by Aella in Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia, Saudi culture, Sweden.
Just came back from the shopping trip from hell. It wasn’t too hysterical but all these people stepping in my way FREAK ME OUT!!! Really! I know perhaps I shouldn’t go shopping on Thursdays since everyone is there but sometimes you just don’t have a choice. We went to Dahran Mall which is a good mall in the sense that everything is on one floor and that shops aren’t too hard to find. Bought some pyjamas for the kids and some other things… After some time I started feeling claustrophobic with all the people breathing down my neck, crossing my road very close to me, kids fighting, women not knowing where they are putting their feet cus of niqabs, electrical cars driving criss cross in front of me, noise, noise and fucking noise!
After about three, four hours of shopping, eating and dodging women and their abayas I felt like hitting someone. Really! I dragged my sorry ass to Geant and picked up some items and after that I was ready to crack. My husband bought me some Baskin Robbins and we all went to the car to just enjoy the ice cream and go hooome. Can’t describe the satisfaction of eating that pecan n macadamia ice creammmmmmm.
I really can’t understand how people handle these kind of situations (never mind enjoining them). I mean, I have never been the claustrophobic kinda person but that’s probably cus in Sweden we are used to more personal space. Here, there is no such thing it seems. You just have to push and shove and be in each others face. And I am sorry to say it but why cover your face so you can’t see where the hell you are going? And then you lift up the whole thing and expose your face just to see where you are heading. Aren’t you showing yourself then or am I missing something?
Aah fuck I still feel a little stressed from it all.