Since I've moved into my own apartment in Kuwait my home life has completely changed. It's nice to have my own personal space and privacy. There is no more Miss Piggy so my kitchen is always clean and inviting. Not that I cook that much with my schedule but I do make a mean cup of coffee, pancakes, brownies and grilled cheese sandwiches.
My new building is full of American males who work for several companies here in Kuwait. Most of them are friendly and we always speak in the elevator or when I take out my trash. And then there is this redneck guy that I have nicknamed Billy Bob. Billy Bob is all up in my business and working my nerves. He seems like a nice man but he doesn't have a clue about living in Kuwait.
Billy Bob quotes:
"Let me know when you are going to the pool so I can come visit." (I think I'd rather drown first.)
"You are very white and I bet ya turn pink in the sun. I’m famous for my good suntan lotion massage if you’re interested. I'm messing with ya darlyn, you could be my daughter” (Try Granddaughter old fool.)
"Watch out for them Arab guys in dresses cuz they love you blonde, white girls." (Idiot!)
"Our Kuwaiti maintenance guy is a lazy SOB." (Uh, he is not Kuwaiti Billy Bob, he is called the Haras and originally from Egypt.)
Well, Billy Bob isn't such a bad guy but he can get on my nerves in a matter of seconds. I dread riding in the elevator with him and I pray to just see a little less of him in my new building.
