Maybe living in the Middle East has more finely developed my already twisted sense of humor, but Josh and I couldn’t help laughing over the recent update to our car insurance policy that we received this month.
It’s comforting to know that in case we find ourselves in the middle of an insurrection, a Coup d’Etat, or a war, that our car will be covered.
****I laugh, but it’s not that far fetched to imagine that our car could sustain some damage if we got hit by a stray molotov cocktail or some rocks. We do see the police running around in riot gear a few times a month near the boys’ school and occasionally I have to dodge burning dumpsters on the road.
They block the roads and set tires and dumpsters (and occasionally couches and boats) on fire to cause a nuisance, back up traffic, give the police more unnecessary work to do and really, just to be a pain in the behind. It’s surreal, but not scary. (I got these shots because I went around the road blocks, taking a back way to the school and accidentally ended up right in the middle of it. Josh was jealous.)