During Ramadan night time shopping the other day I ran into this rather irritating phenomenon of Very Important People aka unbelievably impatient Saudi women. Unfortunately typical in Saudi-Arabia. I hate it when some people disrespect others especially based on nationality, imagining themselves superior and treating them in a very demeaning way.
These VIP’s are women that can be found continuously shouting “excuse me” in high pitched demanding voices to waiters, shop assistants, cashiers, or whoever they want service from. Seems like they have not heard of such things as “patience” “courtesy” or “respect”. These women behave like they are the only people in the world.
Everything has to happen NOW. Immediately. Pronto. YALLA!
Waiting in line is also an unknown concept to them. What line? There is other people here?
The poor victims are usually Filipinos, Indians or other Asian nationalities trying their best to please the demanding Saudi women.
These hopelessly impatient women might not know any other word of English but rest assured will master “excuse me” from early childhood by which they will call all “servants”.
Usually the VIP women will be wearing niqab. That way she remains anonymous which enables her to act like a spoiled kid in public. No one will recognize her, after all.
Last night I was at the food court of the shopping mall, it was closing time around 2 am. Because of the gender segregation even the counters of the food stands are divided by screens. The place I wanted to order food from was packed with VIPs shouting in a chorus on the women’s side.
The male side was empty so I decided to order from there. The friendly Filipino guy came and took my order, all the while the women continued their aimless racket. He was running around like crazy doing his best trying to get the important women served. I felt sorry for him, he was sweating but he still managed to keep calm and smiling.
Perhaps the women didn’t realize that pizza doesn’t actually cook any faster however many times they shout excuse me to the guy making it.
What just topped off my irritatation was when they all stuffed themselves next to me in the men’s section trying to push themselves into the front as if I wasn’t even standing there. The shouting continued and the Filipino worker ran faster.
Then a little girl VIP started shouting to the guy in a very disrespectful tone hurry, hurry! The mother was standing right next to her and didn’t say a thing. So I told the girl, the poor guy is doing his best. It’s not nice to shout at him because he can’t make the food any faster. We must all wait in line.
Her reply: But I’ve been waiting at least FIVE minutes!
FYI Pizza nor any other type of food does not cook in less than five minutes, unless you want yours raw of course.
Thats all. Just had to let it out.