Funny Story
Okay, so first, some background. We had this retarded homework assignment for my Colloquial Arabic class, which was to find several doctors in our neighborhood and go to their offices to ask how much an appointment would be and what their business hours are. I almost boycotted this assignment because I thought it was stupid and ridiculous, but Sara and I just decided to get it over with after class today.
We started wandering down the street and soon enough, we came to this sketchy-looking sign on a building advertising "Dr. Ahmed Lebib, Chest and Heart Consultant". So we went inside the building, and it was all creepy and dimly-lit and I would have run away if Sara hadn't been there. We couldn't find "Dr. Lebib", so we ended up climbing the stairs to the next level, where we were met by some weird guy who was in no way connected to the Doctor. Said weird guy ushered us into a room where we were deposited in front of the desk of a young-ish Egyptian woman with very severe features, long black hair and BRIGHT PURPLE lipstick. She was allegedly in charge of some "company" (we never did get the details), and Sara and I spent the next 5 minutes explaining to her that we did not in fact need a doctor's appointment--we were only doing some stupid school project. I don't think she ever really got the point, but she agreed to help us out.
She had her lackey (that weird guy) make a few calls (which Sara and I couldn't understand because they were in Arabic), and after a few minutes she gave us all the information we needed: Dr. Lebib's office hours and how much an appointment with him was. I still maintain that she made all this up, because she had never heard of him when we mentioned the name to her at first. ANYHOW, she then proceeded to start chatting suspiciously with her lackey, giving us sideways glances all the while. We were getting a bit creeped out by this point, but the worst was yet to come...
So she turns to us and goes, "Did you understand what I just said to him?" And we were all, "Uh, no..." and she was all, "I said, if I didn't know any better, I would think you two were SPIES!" And Sara and I were like, "What?!" but we kind of laughed it off nervously. But she WENT ON to say, "If I knew spies were this pretty, I would definitely not mind them coming to investigate me!" We took this as our cue to leave, FAST, so we grabbed our stuff, excused ourselves, and started for the door. On our way out, she was all, "You can come investigate me anytime you like!" By this time, though, we were sprinting down the stairs and out the building. AAAAAH. Crazy lesbian Egyptian woman!?
The bottom line is that we got the information we needed for that goddamn assignment. I tell you, the things I go through for that class. God, I hate it so much.
The end.
We started wandering down the street and soon enough, we came to this sketchy-looking sign on a building advertising "Dr. Ahmed Lebib, Chest and Heart Consultant". So we went inside the building, and it was all creepy and dimly-lit and I would have run away if Sara hadn't been there. We couldn't find "Dr. Lebib", so we ended up climbing the stairs to the next level, where we were met by some weird guy who was in no way connected to the Doctor. Said weird guy ushered us into a room where we were deposited in front of the desk of a young-ish Egyptian woman with very severe features, long black hair and BRIGHT PURPLE lipstick. She was allegedly in charge of some "company" (we never did get the details), and Sara and I spent the next 5 minutes explaining to her that we did not in fact need a doctor's appointment--we were only doing some stupid school project. I don't think she ever really got the point, but she agreed to help us out.
She had her lackey (that weird guy) make a few calls (which Sara and I couldn't understand because they were in Arabic), and after a few minutes she gave us all the information we needed: Dr. Lebib's office hours and how much an appointment with him was. I still maintain that she made all this up, because she had never heard of him when we mentioned the name to her at first. ANYHOW, she then proceeded to start chatting suspiciously with her lackey, giving us sideways glances all the while. We were getting a bit creeped out by this point, but the worst was yet to come...
So she turns to us and goes, "Did you understand what I just said to him?" And we were all, "Uh, no..." and she was all, "I said, if I didn't know any better, I would think you two were SPIES!" And Sara and I were like, "What?!" but we kind of laughed it off nervously. But she WENT ON to say, "If I knew spies were this pretty, I would definitely not mind them coming to investigate me!" We took this as our cue to leave, FAST, so we grabbed our stuff, excused ourselves, and started for the door. On our way out, she was all, "You can come investigate me anytime you like!" By this time, though, we were sprinting down the stairs and out the building. AAAAAH. Crazy lesbian Egyptian woman!?
The bottom line is that we got the information we needed for that goddamn assignment. I tell you, the things I go through for that class. God, I hate it so much.
The end.