A Tale Of two Echoes

oday I saw:

On Khalid Bin Walid Street, a Toyota Echo driven by an Asian man of clearly South Indian descent. He had double parked on the main road, blocking a busy exit lane, while attempting to receive his goods from the roadside computer shop. Preoccupied on his mobile phone, a police patrol car came alongside and stopped beside him. Blasting their airhorn furiously, the two officers gestured for him to move along, while themselves blocking the road. The man took on a pleading expression, and though I could not hear him or the police officers, the exchange seemed to indicate he was danger of receiving a ticket if he tarried a moment longer. Hazards off, the driver and his Echo were away like he had been shot.

On Khalid Bin Walid Street, a Toyota Echo driven by an Arab man of clearly Omani descent. He had double parked on the main road, blocking a busy exit lane, while attempting to receive his goods from the roadside computer shop. Preoccupied on his mobile phone, a police patrol car came alongside. The two officers at first looked at the licence plate, then gestured for him to move along, while themselves blocking the road. The driver, young and sharply dressed in a local manner, began speaking to the officers calmly, and though I could not hear either of them, the exchange seemed to indicate he met with their disapproval. Concluding their exchange, the police car pulled away, while the young man waited in his car for a space to open up.


Today I learned:
A little more about people.