Seinfeld-esque adventure
Trip Start
Jan 10, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 03, 2007
Dubai,
United Arab Emirates
Friday, June 29, 2007
I went back to another post office the next day, where the guy behind the desk thought I was the funniest durn thing for buying a discounted, pre-made box...not sure what's so funny about that, but that's the way that it was. Then I went to an internet cafe for a while, and somewhere on my journey back home I must have dropped the keys to my room, because when I woke up that morning my roommate had locked me inside and I couldn't get out.
I had to call dorm management, and the manager told my roomate to let me out...I assumed she must have told her I lost the key, but as I fatefully discovered later, NO actually.
Anyway that night I got locked out of my room...I pounded on the door, but my roommate didn't answer. It was too late to call dorm management so I just slept in the common room. A little bit, but not enough to successfully pass my final exam. The next night this happened again.
Now I have a lot of things to say about the native Emiratis, primarily that whenever I am in a crisis, they are inevitably there to help me out. So when I got locked out for a second time, a very nice fellow student found me sitting around wondering what to do next, took me around the city to kill time, bought me food, and stayed up with me talking about my problems. All this came at the expense of sleep needed to help pass a critical English exam at 9 the next morning. In the end, he went home to sleep, and his friend stayed and we watched Syrian movies till I fell asleep on one of the couches at Internet City.
Now, I tried to figure out/file a report on what I thought had happened in the morning...it turned out that I was the one who got in trouble for "making accusations"...long story...my roommate says she didn't know I lost my key, etc. But in my own defense, it's hard not to imagine that she was being difficult with me when she has repeatedly woken me up shouting into the phone at 3 in the morning, forced me to clean my room when she came back at 5 am, and habitually threw my bathrobe in the bidet. When I complained, she stonewalled me.
What would you have thought in my place?
I put all the stuff I owned in the box I got from the post office and headed to another girl's room ASAP. Heck I'm putting up with that any longer.
So at the end of this story, I've wasted two days just trying to find a box, and lost my key in the process. Then, the box I worked so hard to get got locked inside my room for two MORE days. And now it's filled with stuff that shouldn't be there so I can't even put it to the use it was intended for! This is the most self-defeating box I have ever had, and quite frankly, it had better not get lost in the post!
I searched all over the city but never did find the keys, by the way. And was slapped with a massive fine for it. Thank you, Emirates Post Box.
