I’ve never made a text post on this blog, but something happened to me yesterday that was too ridiculous not to post here. I was walking from my house to the busy street near me to grab a taxi yesterday, getting ready for a full day of studying. Mind you, this walk is about a 40-second walk, tops. Every day I walk by the corner store and the young guy who works there is leaning against the wall smoking and people-watching. But today, something weird happened: a black SUV drove by me and instead of passing by as i ignored it, the SUV stopped.
Expecting to see some guys inside ogling the American girl, I turned around and was surprised to see a young woman with a child in the backseat and an older woman, maybe her mother, riding shotgun. They greeted me in Arabic and I greeted them back in Arabic, pleased that they hadn’t immediately assumed I was American.
What followed was one of the strangest exchanges I’ve had, but which my amiyya (Jordanian colloquial) teacher told me was “عادي” or “normal.” From what I gathered from the colloquial Arabic questions they were asking me, they wanted to know whether I was married. I said no. They were pleased by this and I’m pretty sure they then propositioned marriage for me to the woman’s son, to which I politely declined. “لا ابحث عن زوج” I said. “I’m not looking for a husband!” I then extracted myself from the conversation, waved goodbye to them, and caught my taxi.