Whoseshire sauce

[Paul in Qatar]

Today I had a strange encounter with the strange sort of people who leave their civilized countries to work in the Middle East. At dinner, we asked the waiter to bring us the Worcestershire sauce. The waiter dawdled over our request, talking to another diner. I walked over to get the bottle. The other diner told me he had bought the bottle of whoseshire sauce, and while I was welcome to use it, I ought to have asked him first.

People, we work in Saudi Arabia. We are all either rich or stupid. We do not need to be so possessive of condiments.

Tomorrow I shall buy a dozen bottles of Worcestershire sauce and place one on each table.

Of course I am perfectly normal. The others here are strange.