Last night my husband and I arrived home after picking up some food from McDonald's. As we got out of the car an Arab girl wearing abaya and hijab approached the apartment building from the street. Nothing odd about it except it was at night and she was walking down the middle of the street really fast. I don't know if she was Kuwaiti or not but it's odd for a female to be walking down the street at night.
I didn't recognize her from our building either. She made it to the elevator first, as the door opens she went inside and we followed. She didn't push a floor or anything, umm ok? My husband had his back to her and she was just staring at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her spit on the floor! Ewwww! I told my husband "I know she didn't just spit on the floor". She just sat there with spit on the corner of her mouth staring at me. AWKWARD! I think that had to be one of the most uncomfortable experiences recently.
All I could say was Humdulilah Al Shikr. It's like I got this feeling she was cursing me or something. The doors opened to our floor and I ran out. Sometimes a trip in an elevator can be one of the longest or scariest experiences.