Our Trip To Dubai: Lesson Number One

Well, friends, we just got back from Dubai, and somehow I am jet-lagged from a one hour flight. Is that even possible? I don't know, but it sure feels like it. And my dramamine failed miserably, so I was left walking through the airport with a paper bag. Twice.

I just want to share a quick story with you, and then I'll write more about our little vacation later, specifically about my belief that "family vacations" for stay-at-home moms (well, all moms, actually) should really be referred to as "business trips."

Just a little background before I share. My husband often tells me about some of the guys he works with, who make statements like this: "I only date white women" or "I only date Asian women," insinuating (and sometimes outright saying) that black women have too much attitude or that Asian/white women are more docile. Absolutely absurd stereotypes. My husband, who has dated, ahem, A LOT of different types of women, always tells them the same thing: "No, man, that's not true. They're all the same. ALL women are crazy." Of course he's partly joking about the women being crazy part, but, let's face it, he married me and I definitely have a streak of crazy flowing through me.

The night before we left Dubai, we stopped at one of the souvenir shops in the hotel. Upon entering the shop, my husband picked up a bell, started ringing it, and said to the male cashier (who happened to be from Iran): "I should buy this bell for my wife and ring it every time I want a drink."

Cashier: (Smiles and shakes his head).

Me: You can buy that bell, but you'll only get a chance to ring it once.

Husband: (Looks at cashier) It's a good idea, right? I ring and my wife brings me drink."

Cashier: No. No. My wife. She kill me. 

Here is what I know for sure: we are all more alike than we are different.


 
P.s. When we were rehashing the story the next day (i.e. when I was reminding my husband, who was slightly intoxicated the night before, what had happened), he said: "See. What did I tell you? All wives are the same. It doesn't matter where you're from." He then told me about one time watching a guy write "wash me" (in Arabic) on a dirty car in a parking lot, while his wife yelled at him. The wife was impatiently waiting and trying to hurry him along, while the husband was laughing and getting a kick out of himself. Typical.