An actual conversation witnessed by my sister when she was in the Dubai Metro on her way to work. As is usual during the time, the metro was quite packed and a woman who was sitting in one of the seats looked at the woman standing next to her and offered her, her seat.
Lady 1: “You can have my seat, please sit”.
Lady 2: “No, it’s fine, but thank you.”
Lady 1: “No, I insist, please take my seat, I’m getting off soon anyway.”
Lady 2, quite charmed, thanks her and proceeds to sit down.
Lady 2: “Are you getting down at the next station?”
Lady 1 tells her she’s getting off at the 5th or the 6th station from there.
Lady 2: “Oh, I thought you would be getting off soon. You needn’t have offered me your seat!”
Lady 1: “Come on now, how can I sit while you’re standing up. How far along are you?”
Lady 2: “Far along? I don’t understand.”
Lady 1: “…Your pregnancy of course. I gathered so from your belly.”
Long awkward pause.
Lady 2: “..No, I’m not..pregnant.”
Now if I were Lady 1, now is the moment I would have mumbled a sincere apology – “..sorry I thought your fat was your baby..?” and waited for the train floor to open up and the metro rails to swallow me up whole but no, Lady 1 keeps talking.
Lady 1: “Oh, but your tummy..it was looking quite big and pregnant-y, so I assumed you know, hehe, that umm.. you were carrying.”
Lady 2: “No no, it’s fine. I suppose it does look that way.”
Lady 1: “Yeah, how does it look so pregnant-like..”
Talk about a derailed conversation.
Almost like Lady 2 had some sort of (loco)motive.
OK, I’ll stop before I get way off track here. Trains of thought, anybody?
So I got nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award by the lovely Hayley Margaret from A Stitch to Scratch. Thank you Hayley! You should check her out, her posts leave me in stitches! Get it, get it? No?! Well, deal with it. “Why”?!
Because I say sew!
Can’t make two stitching puns in a row they said. Unseamly, they said.
I showed them.
Before you think I’m some sort of knit-twit… OK THAT WAS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE, let’s get serious.
The One Lovely Blog Awardis an awesome way of promoting & appreciating new bloggers and their lovely blogs. You get nominated by fellow bloggers and there are a few rules you have to follow:
Thank the person who nominated you for the award.
Add the One Lovely Blog logo to your post.
Share 7 facts/things about yourself.
Nominate around 15 bloggers you admire and inform the nominees by commenting on their blog.
Don't ask; I apparently decided to go all colourful today.
Here are my seven facts! And don’t judge me if my seven facts turn out to be just random nonsense.
I’m a morning person. My day usually starts at 6. If sometimes I over sleep and wake up at 9.30 I will feel like my entire day has gone by and not be productive at all, EVEN IF on some days the only thing I do after waking up at 6 a.m. is walk from the bedroom to the couch in the living room and sit on YouTube or curl up and read a book.
I can’t STAND washing my face and then not drying it IMMEDIATELY with a towel. No idea why I think this is relevant information here. But if you ever decide to splash water on me, I hope you’re considerate enough to bring a towel along.
I’m a nervous flyer. I would actually enjoy the take off part if there weren’t a million thoughts running in my head. “Is this airplane safe? Will the wheels burst?” “Oh god, what is that loud noise? Is that normal? Oh wait, I think it is.” “Why does that kid have to start crying now?!” Relax, let’s look outside. Wait, does that wing look a bit off?” and the dramatic “Was today my last time on earth?!”
I can proudly say that I have peed my pants just once in my entire life (post potty training of course). Funny story. I was maybe three-ish? Sneaked into the kitchen when no one was inside, locked the door, opened that tin of heaven that was milk powder, realised after blissful eating time that I had no idea how to unlock a door, dad started banging on the other side, I got scared and the deed was done.
I love cheese. Yeah, that’s Fact no. 5 for you. If you ever decide to visit, you know what to bring now.
I love the smell of nail polish, paint and white ink pens.
I get cold very easily. Tragic really, because the concept of winter and snow combined just seems so..romantic. Born and brought up in a desert, I’ve never seen snow in my life!