We ran out of gas and I had to call the gas company, strangely called “Al Boom Gas Company” at 6:30 am. A man who obviously just got out of bed answered the phone. I told him we need a new gas tank, medium sized and relayed my location.
He said he’ll bring the new tank at 8 o’clock and thanked me and probably curled back in bed.
M woke up and asked me, the gas is gone? Did you call already? I said oh yes, I did, they’ll come at 8 o’clock. No worries, we can still cook our lunch here.
M asked if the gas man said 8AM or PM? My bad I did not put my feet down and requested 8AM. We ended up eating outside.
Argh, I never learn. This is Dubai, the fantastic city where tomorrows never end. Where sentences go, “I’ll come back fix the pipe tomorrow, Madam” but after more than 40 tomorrows, the pipe is still leaking.
Next time when I call, I’ll say, the complete time (AM or PM), month, date and year. I might just even write that down in my kitchen wall.