Girl 1-I am really hungry today, do you think we should go
in and get something to eat?
Girl2-What? There is food in this building? I thought this was just our special spot to smoke when we got hungry.
Girl1-Yes, there is a bunch of tempting delicious fatty foods in there which is why we can’t go in. We don’t want to look like those fat Americans now do we?
Girl2-Oh, no of course not, but this is where all the fat comes from? Good thing these cigarettes cure these strange pains in my stomach.
Girl1-Oh yes, see that American girl there, she is also not sure if she wants to go in, but she will eventually, just look at her.
That was the conversation in my head anyway, and I must have
had something right in that conversation because when they were done smoking,
they returned to where they appeared from and it was not the inside of the
dining facility.Girl2-What? There is food in this building? I thought this was just our special spot to smoke when we got hungry.
Girl1-Yes, there is a bunch of tempting delicious fatty foods in there which is why we can’t go in. We don’t want to look like those fat Americans now do we?
Girl2-Oh, no of course not, but this is where all the fat comes from? Good thing these cigarettes cure these strange pains in my stomach.
Girl1-Oh yes, see that American girl there, she is also not sure if she wants to go in, but she will eventually, just look at her.
Then I saw an older woman walking along the side of the
road. It is not strange to see people
conducting physical training along the roads, but this woman was
different. She was approximately 45
years of age, perhaps a little older, and wearing spandex shorts and an under armour
type t-shirt. Normally, this outfit
would not call out to me as disturbing, however her shirt was tucked into her
spandex shorts and she obviously spent a lot of money on workout clothes to
simply walk around dusty Kandahar. She
was not fat, she was average, but who tucks a shirt into spandex shorts when
not conducting anything short of a cartwheel?
Next, I saw a British woman pull up in a militarily painted
Land Rover. She was by herself and the
truck obviously had no windows. As I was
standing there, she hopped out of the truck and looked around. She saw me standing there and looked me up
and down. She did a slow walk around of
the truck looking in all the places there should have been a window
present. Then she slung her weapon over
her shoulder, gave me one more up and down glance, and walked towards the
dining facility. I don’t think she
trusted me to stand next to her truck for some odd reason.
Finally my friends arrived and we went inside to eat. Today is the first time I noticed a true
language barrier between the guy dishing my food and what I was asking him to
put on the plate. I asked for a small
amount of bacon and pinched my fingers together to make what I thought was the
universal sign for small. I ended up
with a plate of bacon. I asked him if
they had French toast today and he puts two pieces of fried dough on top of my
plate of bacon. I asked him for a large
bowl of grits thinking that maybe this guy has the words small and large mixed
up in the translator in his head. I
ended up with a large bowl of grits. At
least he understood something and I still had a good breakfast.
As we were eating, I looked around the dining facility to
notice some of the civilian contractors.
A few larger individuals were sitting close by and I noticed their trays
were overflowing with food. I wondered
if they knew the dining facility handed out food four times a day every day. Do they eat like that at every meal? That would explain why they were so
large. Do they know there are gyms
available here? Then my thoughts went
back to the two thin smoking blondes.
Maybe the conversation I created in my head was completely accurate
because it was holding true, fat Americans eating all the tempting fatty
delicious food.
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