Bitch on the Blog

August 12, 2012


Filed under: Happiness — bitchontheblog @ 16:52

Once upon a time I walked into a mosque. Men only. How was I supposed to know that you can’t watch men on their knees, head down, bottoms up?  Can’t remember which country. Obviously one with mosques. And lots of chanting beforehand to remind you of your appointment with Allah.

After I was shown the door I got myself lost in the trading area.  Not lost as in ‘lost’, just meandering. Colourful men will smile at you and try and sell you carpets in dark places. After I had gone AWOL for two hours or so, FOS, versed in the ways of the wicked world and suspicious, sent out a search party. Four or five of his staff. Thus I was ‘found’. He went ballistic. Whilst his concern most romantic in its own way – which woman doesn’t like a man to rely on – I don’t know what the fuss was about. Though, admittedly, even my father had warned me of blond slave trade when in my teens.

People worry too much. And I’d make a terrible slave.




  1. That must have been an interesting experience! And I agree, you would have made a terrible slave. But, just think, you could have revolutionized a culture and made them re-think the whole human trafficking thing… 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — August 13, 2012 @ 13:54 | Reply

  2. You don’t know how lucky you were.

    Comment by rummuser — August 13, 2012 @ 15:07 | Reply

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