Chalet Cops

So i just went to get groceries at chalet, yeah?
This dawriya with cops hanging out by their dodge was parked.

I said hi to them (aka: 'oh! Shur6a! Yizakum allah khair..' and he was like, 'what up', or whatever).
So i come out with bags and i'm like, dude, ayshay..
'3afwan, ba3d adhnik, atmana nawyeen itkhalfoon kil hel sayarat ili 9af6a ghalat (taking 2 spots), laa, wela hatha ili 9afu6 ib mukan il mu3aqeen..'
So he laughed and said '7adhir'
I was like, homeboy ssssriously.
'ee ya3ni adboohum 3ala hel 9af6aat...'
And we both laughed and that was it.

Chalet cops, as laid back as the chalet-goers.
(oh yeah, i see you mr. sha3ar-6ool-sha3ri imdahhim oo im3affin... And clip your toes, nasty-man. They be longer than a meedar. And that slime on your hair legs, gross-boy, what IS that?!)

Meanwhile, everyplace i've been to needed to ssssssssseriously turn off their a/c. We're at chalet! We're all in t-shirts! And the nasties are in shorts and wet shirts. Bimardhoona! Ya3alhum il maa7i.

And thus ends my granny-like rant.
Yay!