Waiting

You seem to do a lot of it here.

Right now, I am waiting for the second hand furniture store to deliver my bed. After a month sleeping on a ridiculously thin mattress on the floor, I'm about ready for a grown-up bed.

They were supposed to be here at 11am. I struggled out of bed after a rather heavily indulgent night at one of the nicest hotels I've been to here and waited. And waited. And waited. At midday I called the owner, Ahmed, and asked where the delivery guys were.

'Oh, they got back late from Dubai last night, they are sleeping now. They will come later. How about tomorrow?
'But Ahmed,' I said, my head banging a tribal rhythm, 'tomorrow I am going to India, and you said they would come today.'
'Oh, Ok,' he said. 'What about 3?'
'No, no. I can't' I replied, 'I have to go out (it's Friday, so I have two gatherings lined up - a candian national day afternoon social and a girls night before jumping on the plane).
'What about 2?' I haggled. 'Ok, he said. 2,' adding for good measure 'inshallah'.

'No, no,' I said, 'Ahmed, it has nothing to do with God's will, you must be here at 2.' He giggled and hung up.

So it's 3pm now, and they still aren't here.

The parties will have to wait.

Oh - there's the door bell.