Bring My Car I Feel to Smash It
The person who hit my car eventually, grudgingly, supposed it seemed like she had hit my car and went with me to the police to file a report. In Doha, one has to have a report before going to get repair work done. Aside from temporarily misplacing my insurance papers once I had handed them over, the police were pretty efficient. The whole process, like many other things in the Middle East, involved getting multiple stamps and signatures and going to several different buildings to get them (I'm always very charmed by the stamps, somehow. They're like postage stamps, but are made specifically for these sorts of tasks).I got that report just a few days before I had to leave to come back to the US and most of my time between getting the report and leaving Doha was spent running around to various doctors and hospitals trying to get appointments. So my car is still sitting in my apartment building's garage, waiting to be fixed. I've driven that car a total of something like three weeks and now it will be at least September before I am back in Doha.
All the credit for finding out who had hit my car goes to my friend who makes me coffee in the mornings. In addition to making fabulous coffee, he's a pretty fabulous friend. I'm not going to cover myself in glitter and have a parade for him, but sometimes when he does this sort of investigative work for me, cooks me dinner, and gives me good music, I feel like I might at least shower him with confetti.
posted by Travel Chick @ 7:00 AM
1 Comments:
These stamps that the police use: are they like a "STAR" that the teacher gives you when the assignment is outstanding? Do the police want to pat their own backs for a job( or part thereof) well done?
On a more serious note, there appears to be quite some beaurocracy in Doha but so long as your car gets repaired and YOU don't have to pay for it....there is an angel watching over you..whether it's the guy who makes you coffee or truly a messanger of GOD.Ok......I am sleepy!
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