Persistance

I managed to walk into the building yesterday morning without incident. I received nothing more than an innocuous kefhalic (how are you?) from my admirer downstairs. Today, though, he loves me too much. How do I know? He told me. I started my day with a bahebek kathir from the Arabic version of Gomer Pile. I say that only because a few of you have asked what he looks like. Please note, fair reader, that it is said with the greatest amount of affection an English-speaking girl can have for an Arabic-speaking guy she's encountered at the threshold of her workplace every day for all of two weeks. Of course, he doesn't know that I know what the hell he is saying. So there's that.

More tomorrow, I hope. I haveto catch a cab and get myself to Hashmi Janoubi. Salaam.