Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Chewing gum? You've been fined a hundred

Errr, yes. That's what happened to me today.

I mean, I know we're not allowed to eat or drink anything on the metro, but I honestly didn't really classify gum as food, neither did I expect a random inspector coming up to me while I was lost in my book (Crime and Punishment, just for the record), tell me to open my mouth very wide infront of everyone, and then order me to get off at the next station because I have to pay them a hundred dirhams. Because I was chewing gum. Or 'lbaaan' if you'd like to be Emarati.

And then I only had sixty on me, so they decided they would keep my University ID Card with them which couldn't happen because I needed it for my exam (to which I was now going to be late because I had unfortunately not predicted this little episode). So then they decided that I had to call my parents to that station to pay the remaining forty, which totally defeats the purpose of using the metro to conveniently beat the traffic and be on time. And then I decided I can ask my mother for her credit card number but that solution didn't really appeal to them.

So that's when it hit me that I was going to be late for my exam because I'd been pulled out of the train because I was chewing gum and now will have to wait until my already exhausted mother drives around forty minutes to pay the remaining forty of the precious hundred- the price of choosing to chew gum on the metro the day a train official decides to enter my cabin.

All these thoughts proved to be too much for my mind which had been overloaded with management principles and theories in preparation for my exam, so much that all these overwhelming and excess thoughts triggered a very rare, strange, emotional breakdown, and this breakdown somehow ended up saving the day and I was allowed to go back on to the train, forcing many strange stares and rushed terrified apologies.

And I don't care what those officials thought of me, but I wasn't going to pay a hundred, be late for my exam and trouble my mother because I had committed the terrible crime of chewing a gum.

8 comments:

  1. if I knew that the poor workers wouldn't have to end up cleaning, I'd stick chewed gum all around the metro. :@

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  2. haha!
    I understand why they wouldn't want anyone to chew gum there but alittle bit of co-operation wouldn't hurt :(

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  3. wa alaykum asalam, would've just paid if I had enough and gotten over with it!

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  4. wow here at my place, we can eat c.g as much as we want.. unline Singapore, they totally banned chewing gum

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  5. Yes, I've heard chewing gum's even banned in streets and any public place in Singapore. But at least everyone living there would know about it. They haven't even put any signs for us to know!

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  6. WOW. That must have been stressful. I do remember on my earlier 'bus riding' days that I didnt realize that we couldnt eat on the bus.
    So, once I got out my granola bar and started eating it...the bus driver said to me,"no eating on the bus!" and i was like, "uh oh. really?" and he pointed at the sign that had a picture of a food item, which was crossed out. So, I stopped eating and that was that. There was no big deal:)
    I think that would have been a better solution in your case as well, if they let you know kindly yet firmly...they really wasted your time instead:(

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  7. This will affect your life. You need therapy.

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