Doha Dayz

So, husband and I decided for my last day we would order pizza.  I asked if I could get a calzone.  He asked me to order it so he wouldn't have to pick it up.  This is when I had a Doha moment...

I called and the person who answered asked me what the name of the area I lived in was called.  Doesn't this sound like a simple question?  In a city that could make up it's mind about landmarks, it would be, but here not so much.  I told her I was on the edge of two areas.  This is when she starts trying to get me to decide which it is.

(side note:  the smell of sewage just started wafting from the bedroom bathroom as I wrote.  I had to pause, shut the bathroom door, turn on the fan, open the window, and light three candles.  This is normal for Doha...)

Moving forward on the calzone.  The gal on the phone tells me I must give her the name of the area, the name of the compound, and the street name I live on to get the pizza I want.  Again, these would be easy questions if I wasn't living here, but here, not so easy.  I tried to explain to her that we are in Doha and street names change and often don't exist.  I further explained that my compound nor my street has a name.  I thought, maybe she's new here.  She told me no pizza for me unless I give in and give her the street name.

I moved on to my next strategy to get calzone.  I told her I could give her really good directions.  She said I could try to talk to her manager.  The sad look on my face that she could not see was not making any impact on her.

I gave my sob story to the manager.  He said I could give him directions.  I had no idea I knew the city better than somebody.  I started understanding why they were zeroing in on getting the street name.  Finally, we came to a mutual understanding on where he could deliver the goods.

Then the bomb dropped.  He asked me what I would like to order.

"One Hawaiian calzone."

"You mean Hawaiian pizza?"

"No, calzone."

"We don't deliver calzones."

"But I bought one at the resturant several times."

"We don't deliver calzones, just pizza."

My world fell.  I cancelled my order after all that.  Then I called my prince charming, my wonderful husband.  I told him the whole story.  He laughed the whole time.  He said he would be glad to go pick up a calzone for me.  Oh my goodness.  He is truly my prince charming.