A Cockroach On Crack is a heinous human being that hovers around my floor, under the delusion that his presence is welcome and appreciated, when in fact everyone dodges his repugnant existence the moment he creeps out of his gutter, and finds his way onto our hallway. The Cockroach doesn't only waste our time through petty, sometimes disgusting conversation, but also likes to stick his business in other peoples private life. Today, I was his target.
As he wriggled upon my office, he started twitching and scratching his hideous nose -a minefield of dirt, and used the excuse of needing some tissues to enter into my office. Despite my cold reception, and the blatant frown that crept onto my face, the delusional Cockroach uninvitedly plopped himself on a chair (thus soiling it irreparably) and subjected me to a timeless torture -a meaningless chit chat with himself:
Cockroach: So I heard you've recently been to X country.
CD: yeah. I have.
Cockroach: how was it?
CD: it was fun
Cockroach: so what did you do?
CD: not much, movies, shopping that kinda thing
Cockroach: Im planning to take a vacation
from my wife and kids next month, (he winks mischeviously) would you recommend to go to that country as a single man?
I'm not sure why this crack smoker decided to just blurt that out, perhaps he believes it is 'cool' and admirable to reveal his lack of respect to his wife. As a woman, I am instantly insulted by this question. But I have no interest to criticise/debate his family values with him:
CD: wallah madri 3anik. (I don't know)
Cockroach: Shaklich istaanistaay ihnak. Ashoof il 9ewar 3ala il 6oofah (you seem like you had fun there, as I have noted from the pics on your wall)
CD:Al-hamdila, it was nice.
Cockroach: ishloon il sahraat ihnak? yegooloon khosh nightclubs!
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What a stupid, idiotic thing to say. Y3nee is this the best he can do to squeeze some information about my private life? to see if I would slip into admitting if I do indeed go to nightclubs? What is this low-down piece of shit really on? I understand that his curiousity is a salient feature of our society; an urgent need to know private details of individuals that display the slightest hint of happiness. But come on, there are other indirect ways to extract malicious gossip. Coming to me and divulging your own nasty desires to cavort on a holiday (sans the lucky madamme) is not gonna get me to disclose a single thing, not even a trip to the beach!
But the real issue over here is this man's unabashed comfort level in having this hideous conversation with me. Ok, I'm not born yesturday, I am aware that there are immoral married men that like to take solo trips to engage in forbidden frolic and debauchery. But what is up with this frankness, this openess in having a discussion about it with me?
What have we come to?
My devil is a woman. She is accomplished in the art of duplicity. The major sources of evil in my life have often come from hateful, cunning, two-faced women.
