Seen in Montpellier

This is the second time that I’m posting the same video in my blog, it’s extremely stupid and dangerous (& hilarious )

This time the movie should be on my site in wmv format, hope that the people who missed or can’t see the first post have the possibility to do so

Cheers

P.s. Thanks camellette

Apart from the usual feeling of being ripped off, I feel that they made fun of me

I needed €1 so that I can take a carrage to load the various boxes and such, but I didn’t have any coins, so I went to the yellow register/cashier and he told me that I needed to go to the green one, I go to the green register and the lasy looks at me like I was crazy telling me that there is a money changing machine right next to the trollies… 

Changed a €10 bill and got many little coins, used one to unlock the trolly, and went to the register fully loaded, I asked for them to ship the stuff to my house they guy is very curtious and finishes with my order and request and takes the trolly with the €1 coin IN IT!

“Saudi Arabia holds its first mass wedding, paid for by the government to help couples who otherwise couldn’t afford a wedding celebration. More than 1,600 newlyweds were also given a two-day honeymoon, household appliances and gold for the bride.”

Saudi Arabia always had a problem related to weddings, too many women would end up single. How does the government tackle this problem?

Simple; they prohibit Saudi men from marrying any woman who is not Saudi!

Personally I think that this is exteremely stupid, and illigal as a human & Muslim, my religion allows me to marry any woman who is of faith (Muslim, Christian, Jewish) obviously it would be impossibile to marry a Jewish, so who’s left?

Christians…. That’s possibile, but to be honest, I don’t think that it would be simple and easy after the Danish issue!

So the men are stuck to Muslim women (NOT that they are bad or anything) but they have to be Saudi!!!

– I’ll continue this in another post

I had a discussion with a friend of mine & his wife yesterday, he was complaining that all the people didn’t know how to drive and he was better than them (it’s not very hard to be one in France :?) . From my personal opinion I don’t think he drives bad but he isn’t an exceptional driver either, he rarely gives precedence to pedestrians, he cuts traffic lights and other cars just because he’s late (thank God he didn’t have any accidents :))

So I told them this;

“You’ll never find a drunk who admits that he’s drunk, drivers are the same”

(Personally I think it’s a pearl of wisdom )

Please remember girls & boys when you’re driving, don’t think that you’re the best of the rest, but be humble and do your best (wow!! a poet )

A GREAT post by Daniel Miessler who is trying to shed some light on the middle east in terms of the difference between Sunni and Shia’ Muslims and Arabs and non Arabs.

Personally I couldn’t have done better, maybe some slight modifications (simply because I believe that we need to improve in everything)

Some replies show the extent of the stupidity of some people (being Americans or not)

A couple of posts back I said that it wasn’t that hard (actually it’s not) but it’s really time consuming.

I had to get a certificate stating that I’m a Muslim from the Tunisian mufty (I liked him ) the process got a bit on my nerve but that was caused by the mufty’s secretary (I hated him ). I wonder what should I do with that piece of paper, will it take me into heaven? or am I exempted from praying? I don’t mean to insult my religion or anyone, but I’m a but shocked that a paper exists stating that one is a Muslim or not!. If a person becomes a Muslim in Morocco and converts back in his home in Europe would that be OK? is he still a Muslim in Morocco?  - politics!!!

My fiancée is currently running around to get all the needed papers and approvals (God help her with the bureaucracy and shield her from the stupid/ignorant government employees) so that we can translate them and start the procedures in Italy. (below you’ll see a picture of her taken in a brief instant running between the various offices)

Wish her and my self luck…  We have a lot of things to do

I’m back after a long week in Athens, all went well no issues at the office, no problems in or out of the office , if only it was 100% perfect

Every time I pass via Paris I have problems, this time it was no exception (I’m starting to get pessimistic ), Airfrance cancelled my flight from Paris to Montpellier without proposing any replacement flight, so I called the office and asked to book the 8pm train but some things just don’t come out as wanted, my trip from Athens got delayed 30-45 minutes, and in Paris they delayed the luggage 45 minutes, I was left with less than 30 minutes to reach Gare de Lyon from CDG Airport (impossible to do at 3am driving a Ferrari with diplomatic immunity) so I decided to go to a hotel and spend a night in Paris and get the first train in the morning (I really wanted to go home!!!)

Got to the station and tried to get the ticket early (just in case I woke late), it was impossibile, the queues were extremely long and the people behind the counter were rally uncooperative and unhelpful so I left thinking that at 7am it would be better.

I got to the hotel, and decided to go and have a quick bite to eat, got out searching for McDonalds or something similar and it turns out that they aren’t in that sector of the city (bummer) and I had to walk to Bastille to get something (I wanted something quick since I was extremely tired).

Next morning (Thanks to my guardian angel for waking me up ) I went to the station to get the ticket, waited in line and when my turn came up I told the lovely lady behind the counter that I had a reservation in my name, the discussion went as following;

Me : Good morning, I have a ticket reserved in my name (and hand my ID)

Her: What is your reservation code?

Me : Uhhh… I don’t have it, it’s surly in my e-mail and I don’t have access to it right now. Can you please use my name?

Her: No code no ticket, I can’t search by name!

Me : ??? But my company reserved the ticket in my name, you can search it via the computer!

Her: No! no code no ticket!

Me : OK! FINE! give me a ticket to Montpellier on the earliest possible train.

Her: [clicks on the keyboard] Not possible, there are no available seats.

There is where I lost it, she was extremely lucky that she was behind reinforced glass or I would have killed her, to make a long story short I ran around to find a hotspot and thanked GOD that I had enough battery for my laptop to get the code, ran back to the lady and give her the code and she prints out the ticket.

Anyway I’m back home since 1pm yesterday ~yay~ recovering and sleeping my head off

I lost over 30 minutes this morning running around to find the needed parts

One more thing to add, I know who were the culprits, I won’t say anything to them directly - I’ll unleash my manager on them

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