[before reading, play the Smurf’s song in the background…]

Once upon a time, Siole arrived home from work and started his mid-afternoon snack –berenar for Catalans.
He was enjoying this month’s New York magazine’s Linsay Lohan cover… “Finally” Siole thought “after so many meetings today, finally some relax”. Pages kept turning while notching the cheap Giant Eagle psedo-Oreo cookies. But then, something happened. A lapop-totting Ibrahim, the saudi roommate with 13 siblings, stormed the living room mumbling: “Hey Siole, do you know if this class is avaible at Kent State?” Siole was taken by surprise. His mind was left spinning: “Class, laptop, cookies?” Ibrahim physically brought his laptop to the kitchen table because he couldn't pronounce that class’ name.

Siole took a look on the scren's yahoo messenger’s chat, but everything was in arabic characters. Listenings the birds chirp would produce more useful information than that. But in between all that enigmatic arab rhetoric two words protuded flat-out: anaesthesia and recovery. Still flaebergaested, Siole answers “This is the class?" "Yes" Ibrahim says "Oh, well, then I don’t know”. "What?" Ibrahim then seemed so surpised “Oh, you don’t know? What you mean you don’t know?” “You should know! Is your major” “Ehem??? My major?” Siole replied “But but but…I am a biologist, not a MD!” Now take notice. Ibrahim’ cell phone rings. “Oh, I have to take this call” and he leaves his laptop in the table, like when dropping the grocery-shopping somewhere because 'I'm-peeing-over'. Everything is pushed aside, cookies, milk, journals, aleee todo al aire!!  It went so fast, it took Siole time to evaluate the situation. What happened here? Easy, all the relaxation was kept aside by a stranded laptop in the middle of the table. Pero quins collons!

Oh, but don’t think Ibrahim noticed anything unusual. He comes back from his room, still talking. No rush in here, boys. He keeps talking and talking and talking. Finally the phone diarrhea ends. “Where I was” seems to be his face. “Oh, yes,  you don’t know, what you mean you don’t know?" He keeps asking like he just asked me where's the Eiffel tower and I answered in a Las Vegas brothel. Ibrahim supports his "reasonable" surprise with "Look, I know ev-ery-thing about computers" -Clarification: it's Ibrahim’s major. “Oh really?” Siole points out. “Of course!” Ibrahim with uber-assurance replies. “Oh wow, so then this is like I go and I ask you where can I buy the cheapest computer in town, right?” “ah…eh...” Ibrahim is left then speechless. "You have to know 100% sure because YOU know everything about computers, right????" But no plausible answer is given. Ibrahim still might not know where to buy paper toilet.

Only then my roommate seemed to get the point.