I had to renew my sister’s car registration the other day and that required a change of the licence plate .. now I don’t know how many of you had the pleasure of such experience but if you didn’t I’ll tease you a bit!
Upon your entrance you’ll be greeted by a multicultural crowd .. the rule is you have to pick yours.. being a Kuwaiti I must admit that you have a slight advantage .. being a Kuwaiti male takes you down a notch.. being a Kuwaiti following the rules puts you back at the bottom of the list..
One of the positive things I saw was the number counter in the ceiling which indicates that you have to get a number and wait in line..the problem was where should I get this number from .. after few Qs&As I was able to find the counter .. I waited in line only to find that the faces of the people in front of me keep changing but for some reason I am still standing in the same place!!!
Being the smart person that I am .. I was able to figure out how to get in front of the line .. it was as simple as two magical words said in a proper accent: “My Cousin!” aka “Weld 3ami!”
Now that I got my number 98 (current number at the time was 80-something) I found that the number counter was moving very slow .. 2 digits every 10 mins maybe?! So I asked the guy why are the numbers moving slow and how come some people who I know were behind me already got their registration renewed? … “well Bro(not the cool ‘Bro’ though) they have the signature of the director” ..me:” and what makes it special to get that signature?” ..”you know!”.. me:”no I don’t” … the guy in the other counter said that I asked too many questions .. I told him it’s because I want to get my paper and get outta here!
I won’t bore you with much of the details .. but the guy behind me was a Kuwaiti guy who belongs to the bottom of the list and he was speaking in Arabenglish … so my last words were “Allah E3eeenaah!”