Diary of a Cairene Editor Vol. 1

Diary of a Cairene Editor Vol. 1

Hello and welcome to the What Women Want… Magazine blog. Please make yourself at home. 

This blog will feature lots of cool stories that are great but wouldn’t usually make it to the magazine for whatever reason. There will be reviews, random stories and of course, the occasional rant. So fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy blog.

Diary of a Cairene Editor will be a recurring blog entry. It will feature some of the funny, endearing and sometimes baffling stories that What Women Want’s Editors team experiences. Here is story number one: 

 

Calling to Order Food

This happens almost every single day, because we’re humans too and we need to eat. And every time it does, there is a battle in the office over who will make the order. Nobody wants to do it! And do you know why? Because making an order is a lot harder than it seems! Before you start making any blonde jokes just listen to the following stories. 

 

Incomprehensibly nervous cashier

This is what happened word-for-word.

Me: Hello, can I make an order please?

Him: What?! Order? *awkward pause* okay one moment.

It took a lot of self-restraint not to laugh like a maniac for the rest of the call. Seriously, the poor guy sounded flustered! We just asked for some Chinese, not money in exchange of his kidnapped family. 

 

A Case of the giggles

We call to order breakfast and this lovely young lady picks up. First we thought she might be choking and were concerned. Then we realized what it is we’re dealing with. A case of the giggles! You know how sometimes start giggling at serious situations and can’t stop? She had that. Out of experience, we know it’s uncontrollable, so we pretended we didn’t notice. But we did, and we hope she never gets it it during a funeral because that can’t end well.

 

And your name is?

Okay, this one might make us sound mean, but it’s all true. We know that taking names over the phone might be confusing to some. However, phone networks have advanced and you should be able to make out a name without giving the caller a hard time. You don’t want to ever do this to your next customer. 

Reem: the order will be in my name, Reem. *pause* No, Reem…. Reem! No, I said Reem. REEM! NOT KAREEM! 

Or this 

Reem: My name is Reem. No, Reem. No, my name isn’t Islam, it’s Reem!

 

Seriously, go for a girl’s name, at least. That’s just rude!

 

The cashier that really, really wants to give you chocolate cake

We’ve all had to deal with this before, right? It can’t be just us. You call to make an order and you get bombarded with “have you heard about our new items?”. You struggle not to yell, demanding food and not the new items. And after successfully making your order they decide to ask you one more time “te7eby adeef lel order chocolate cake laziza?” No. Just, no. We’ve said no before. We will say no again. We know the chocolate cake has got to be “laziza” so you don’t have to remind us.

 

This marks the end of the first entry in our diary. There will be plenty more to come. And fear not, we will keep ordering food, both so we can eat and for your entertainment.

 

Cheers

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