Back in the 'Groove'

Omar was up bright and early this morning... when I arrived back at the tent, he was cooking something on the stove.

I went over and peered into the pan and discovered what appeared to be some type of long fat beetles, not quite yet deceased, with little legs thrashing about while the butter that served as their bed was slowly melting.

Making a quick dive for the bathroom, I managed to regurgitate the English Muffin that I had eaten earlier.

With thoughts of murder lurking in the forefront, I sought to find the little Arab and see if I could close the opening he calls a windpipe... as luck would have it, he was nowhere to be found.

I got the pot and poured the mess down the toilet and quickly flushed it... It will be interesting to see his thoughts on that matter...

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He snubbed me for awhile...

Omar didn't talk to me much after the confrontation about his beard trimming and the blood letting that he did on his face.  

I left on the 11th for Daytona and he didn't even come out to tell me goodbye.

I got back on the 17th and when Del dropped me off at the tent, I gingerly opened the flap and just about fell over... The whole inside of the tent was absolutely spotless, floors swept till they were actually smooth, all the hangings on the wall had been dusted and straightened (keep in mind, Omar has a problem with 'level' and 'straight'... to him the reference line moves around a little.

There was a bowl of fresh, ??? fruit on the table and the paper was in my cot.

Omar soon appeared, obviously up from the dungeon but wearing a smile that stretched from ear to 1/2 ear (he lost part of the right ear in some confrontation with what he described later as a howling monkey on the back fence... 

He came over and bowed, then tripped on my foot and ended up face first in my lap... although a little embarrassed, he recovered rather well.  We spoke for a bit and he inquired as to my trip and I attempted to explain the process of Nascar racing... I could see that the concept of speed was lost to him as the fastest thing he'd ever been on was a broken down camel in a sandy lot.

I cut off the conversation after about an hour begging to accomplish some things before I retired for the evening.

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Miffed... Monday rules buddy

Omar is mad...

Nothing new there, just the subject I suppose.  I asked him "what ya so pissed about anyway?".  He snorted and said "I ask you to trim my beard, you bring out monster clippers and scare me to death...".  I said "So". 

He tells me "So means I tried to do it myself and now my face looks like I got attacked by a 'Needle Ninja'... little bloody spots all over my face...".

I grinned and said "I think it's an improvement !!!", had to duck quick as he took a swing with a scimitar that was longer than he is tall...

Gonna have to sedate the lad and go thru his weapons cache... things get a little knarley around here when he is mad.

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