Ayesha why don't you have coffee while I sort this out. She left.
I leaned forward, very forward, trying to read the acetate nameplate attached
to her chiffon blouse.
Mrs. Sommer, I said, my eyes on the nameplate, fixed. There seems to be a mistake.
I shall put it right sir, she said in a swedish voice. And it is Miss Sommer.
Of course, I said looking up. How very unthoughtful of me. But of course!
The keys you gave for the vehicle, I said. There seems to be some error.
We wanted a small, not flashy wheels to move around, I said. The one you gave us cannot take two, I said.
Impossible sir. It is a brand new fleet from Hertz and takes four.
Would you mind showing me Miss Sommer. Maybe I miss the Swedish way of
doing things, I said expectantly.
Oh! Mr. Rayyan but you are in the wrong alley. She said, laughing.
What could be better Miss Sommer, I said. Us being in the wrong alley!
They shall miss me at the counter, I should be going, No?
No? I said. First show me how to ride twosome on this.