Hehe, I'd chuckle as I scrubbed away at a stubborn piece of pasta glued to that saucepan thinking of all the dumb as hell, lazy as hell brainwashed students I've ever taught passing through my Saudi classroom and then I whiled away the time by playing a game naming the things that Saudis are actually good at, let alone excellent at, and each and every time I came up with absolutely nothing. Jack Schitt,. in fact.
There's even a TV show entirely dedicated to informing Saudis that they are the perfect human beings and schools keep the egomania levels up by teaching the same message: you are the bees knees, Mohammed, no question ... not the experience I had out there. At all.
"Crash more fun, teacher."
"Hahahaha .... crash good, teacher! Dead!"
"Can we play in the tree-house?"
"I happy," said Mohammed. "My beard happy."
"Yes, thanks for that ... and I understand you even manged it in a college record time of five days, 19 hours and 47 minutes. Well done! We'll put another grand on the next salary, OK?"
All of which reminds me of a joke told to me by a routinely inebriated Englishman next to a swimming pool on a compound in Riyadh, the world's worst city by a clear margin, which went like this ...
... So Abdul Aziz comes home from the International School with his end of term report and proudly shows it to his father.
"Look father I have an A in English language and in Maths and History, blah blah blah."
"That's because you're a Saudi, Abdul Aziz."
"Yes, I thought so too, but I have one question, father."
"Ask me anything Abdul Aziz, I will know the answer because I went to the Academy of Excellence."
"Yes father, you are truly excellent but what I don't understand is when we have a shower after sports I can't help but notice that my dick is twice the size of the other boys' dicks. That's because I'm a Saudi, isn't it father?"
"No, Abdul Aziz, it's because the other boys are seven years old and you are 46."
Nb. Random Sandy Saudi reminiscences will come and go, if you get my drift.