The ornaments belonged to my parents.
They date from the 1960s and I've always enjoyed hanging them on the tree during the holiday.
But the Custom Clods here were in a hurry, didn't give a shit or whatever, but you see the result.
My fault, too, for not packing them better.
I know, small problem.
And it is.
I was shooting the breeze with some Nepali guys in Doha that work in a cafeteria (how's that for a segue?), and one guy told me his work schedule.
I thought I heard wrong, so he repeated it.
"Sir, in one month, work 29 days, one day off."
I didn't have the heart to ask what he earns, but the guy who I regularly dial up to drive me around has been here many years and says that guy's probably earning less than 1,000 riyals a month... less than $300.
So, yeah, they broke Christmas, but what's that expression again?
First World problem
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