Plushness

3:30 pm, Sultan Center, West Market.

In my track suit, lemony face, & yesterday's mascara, hair unbrushed.

Running through the disposable isle looking for doilies, i look ahead to see if my cart can pass, but discover that it will be difficult because ahead of me blocking half the isle is a man in a grey suit and a red bow tie. His face was flowing out of his collar and on to the red bow tie. Red bow tie.

5 Minutes later, i find him infront of me again in the detergents isle, asking me where the sweets are (in Arabic). Red bow tie. Trying hard to keep a straight face, i pointed to the back of the supermarket to show him where. 10 minutes later, i'm picking up darabeel, i see him again & he came to show me his purchase of darabeel, asking me 'this is a Kuwaiti sweet right?', almost laughing this time, i said yes it is. Red bow tie. Mistaking my hidden giggles for fatal attraction, he asks 'and what if i can't find the sweets isle next time, can i call you?'. Red bow tie, face overflowing. Bess, eyes almost tearing but still restraining my giggles, i said 'la you can't, but i just wanted to know, why are you wearing a red bow tie?' Red bow tie! He said, 'its a tie, like a regular tie and can be worn like one too, there are many variations of ties. Red Indians wear leather and metal ones too.'