Logic

Earlier, while at the youth center watching a handful of Moroccan teens take part in what they surely thought was flirting, I was privy to a pretty interesting debate between the mudir and one of his good pals (let's call him homeboy) who lives nearby. The whole deal was pretty mundane until a amidst a thicket of travel minutiae arose one stellar little detail. Apparently, while in Rabat for a national exam, the mudir had ran into someone he knew and chanced upon an opportunity to, you know, totally bone her.

Once this was made public, homebro could not be appeased. How could he have possibly passed? The perceived lack of logic and balls that were required to pass on such a silver platter gimme was seriously and visibly affecting our boy homeslice. Forget the fact that the mudir has three kids, a wife and is so painfully awkward that he could never close anyway, the absence of bonosity that day was a crime to mankind. This, at least, was the position being virulently argued by homeskillet who began to look to me for support. I had become the judge for this most prestigious of cases.

Despite the display of finely crafted oratory debate skills from the opposition, I was siding with the mudir until homevideos made his final statement. Struck by satori, homeandgarden stood up triumphantly and dealt what he perceived would be the final blow. "Last month when you needed money to pay for the new fridge I lent it to you. So, you should have thought of me and done plowed* that girl since that is what I would have done."

Had the venue not shared a door with the mudir's house, (where his wife could doubtless hear us) I would have stood up and applauded such a courageous argument, punctuated by the aforementioned checkmate. The contest was over. Homeboy had won.

* there was no actual verb here, just the sound "tan-tan" accompanied by a move akin to what follows Benny the Jet stealing home.