The other "crappy" country I HAD to visit was in the Emirates in 1978. This is not the Emirates of today, luxury hotels and high-rise buildings, this was the worst side of the Arabian Nights. I was working in Iran. The company wanted a market study of the Emirates to consider expanding its remote-site industrial catering activity. I drew the short straw.
The place Sharjah, the last of a miserable trip traveling to the seven emirates.* I was royally*pissed, standing on a bridge leaning on the cement railings, staring*at the miserable town of Sharjah and feeling sorry for myself. The last of a truly punishing trip.
An Arab stopped, lifted his thoub, (the long white gown the men wear) climbed backwards onto the bridge railing, right next to me, and took a dump. Got down and walked away, no cleaning himself, (not that it would have made me feel better if he had).* It all happened in a matter of seconds.
Yuck, Rodney
