Sunday, December 12, 2004
just a thought...
As I pull up at the pump in Saar petrol station, wind the window down, switch the engine off, a young Bahraini man in his early twenties approaches the window. “5 dinar jayyid lo sama7t
” I say. He nods, wiping the pouring sweat from around his face, he looks like he is about to faint. I want to ask him if he is ok, but decide not to.He removes the cover, places the pump in the tank, tabs in a few numbers and moves to the next customer in the car pulling up behind. I close the window to keep the heat out. Its an awkward few minutes as the car starts heating up inside, “its hot enough in here now, how must they be able to bear standing in the heat outside, breathing these fumes all day long
”, I think to myself.
Toxic gases plus soaring temperatures don't make the best working environments around. A pang of pity, then guilt, rush through me. I give him the money, I want to tip him or tell him to keep the change, but I’m too afraid he will take offence. I switch the engine on, and zoom out of there as the AC slowly cools the car down again. Surely, this isn’t healthy, those fumes are probably carcinogenic. Could this be private sector exploitation?
They tell me Bahrainis are too arrogant to take menial jobs, are lazy, and the 30,000 unemployed are just bums waiting for a public sector job.