Now, as you know, Dave is actually here to work, so to get to work he has already embraced the Saudi way of driving, which is basically... "may the best man win", or if you like,"dog eat dog"... you get my drift.
For a prayerful, polite culture, control of a large gas guzzling vehicle seems to be the perfect way to vent any pent-up emotions. I have decided the issue is, all drivers are male... thus an opportunity to flex those macho muscles. With basically a "no holds barred" attitude, the roads are treacherous... and what does Dave do?? Runs out of gas!!
Yes, as cars roar by him at literally 100 plus miles an hour, Dave is syphoning gas into his wimpy little Taurus... or whatever it is... but he lived to tell the tale, praise God.
In his defence, he said the gas gauge was on the opposite side to what he was used to, and it was the temperature gauge that he was monitoring!! ...mmmm!!
Oh dear! Please ask Dave to become more familiar with the workings of his car ... very important in such a place as this.
ReplyDelete