D is for David

I am now talking to the mother of all - the supervisor.

It is 4.19pm here and I don't really know nor care to know what the time is in Manila. She takes my credit card number again .. and says Maam, I can't understand you...as I was reading out the numbers to her. Yes, my heavily accented Arablish is impossible to follow, I give that to her. I, however, understand her so well - for reasons I won't disclose in this post.

I am now giving the woman one of my middle names.

"D is for David," she asks.
"No, D is for Dog," I reply.

You see.. I am still taking this with an amazing sense of humour and a cool head.

"E is for Echo," she continues.
"No, E is for Error," I correct her!