But WHY!
Sunday mornings in Dubai have their unique way of butchering whatever little patience you have left, submit you into learned helplessness and condemn you for daring to even think about making a living and supporting yourself and your family.
Sunday mornings are notorious for their unexplained traffic. You’d think that everyone works every day of the working week. But I have come to the conclusion that there is a Secret Society that only operates on Sunday. This Secret Society’s job is to unleash countless cars onto the roads to cause traffic jams and set your mood to FUCK OFF for the rest of the week.
Today, the Secret Society have upped the ante.
I live in one of the busiest areas in town, mostly because it is located on one of the primary entrances/exits between Sharjah and Dubai. I park my car across the road, which saves me a solid 40+ minutes alone from doing a uturn.
This morning, I crossed the road like I usually do, turned on the car, and sat there for two hours.
Yes you read that right.
I don’t know what the fudge was going on, but in two hours not one car moved a single inch. Almost everyone left their cars and headed to the many cafeterias located around to get a bite and some coffee or tea. Other people were taking videos of the massive congregation of cars and people lying about. Yet some others were asking people who were on balconies to relay what was going on as seen from “up there”.
Apparently no one knows what was going on. Traffic was at a complete standstill.
I spent the two hours reading Fragile Things, not a necessarily enthralling book but a form of entertainment nontheless. It slipped my mind to cross the street back to my place and get the camera and take photos of the event.
Eventually the police arrived from the opposite side of the road and thought it would be a wise idea to block the whole road off. Yes – we were all quarantined, right in front of my building.
Heh, wtf!
Three hours later we made it to work.