rude

they stare and they laugh...they jeer and they frown...they push through as they desperately make their way to the front of the line, traffic, bar or whatever it may be. their loud, neon lit large boat-cars and fake noses protrude into the setting of an otherwise formerly familiar place...the elders wonder and they talk of this sin unfolding before their eyes. what happened? they ask in disbelief of the vulgar and obtrusive lifestyle their younger and sometimes fellow Lebanese display as they pass by...as though an 18 year long civil war did NOT take place in the country they call home. It was never like this before they say. what happened to the civil code, civics we used to learn at school and now....?
they cut in front of you without a word of regard and they squeeze between you as though you had not been there for 30 minutes already waiting...because after all is life not a long wait to the end...to see how, why, where, and when...we wait often and always. life waits 9 months in justation, we wait for time to heal, experience to teach, and for age to explain...min shouf as they say in a place that has endured time in a most unique fashion. places demolished and rebuilt like history was rewriting itself over and over time and time again.
the service guy has the nerve to charge you a second service ride for the block and a half that he knew he would have to drive you before you accepted to rest on his plastic covered seats underneath a sheath of white leather...IN A TAXI? be ashamed of you own blood you bala zok, we'ih, jahsh, wahsh, and every other negative word connoting an immoral human being. hehe and who am i to judge? yes in Lebanon everything is possible. take Zoo York and add a few loose monkeys and donkeys around here an there and you've got Beirut...our streets are also numbered but nobody pays attention.