Khalas in Arabic means enough, no more, STOP.
I find myself saying it more and more these days.
To the gardener who sweeps the path with the hose, water is expensive.
To the repair man who keeps finding excuses as to why he couldn't come and fix the air con.
To the cat who is moulting everywhere.
To my husband who keeps saying how hot it will be soon.
To the bag packer in the supermarket who puts my eggs and bread in a bag with the raw meat and a bottle of bleach.
Everyone seems to think I'm in a hurry here in Dubai, that'll I complain if they don't pack my bags at the speed of light and throw everything back in my trolley and try to get me back to my car faster than Usain Bolt.
Just stop, I've had enough, there's no queue at the till, I've already asked to pack my own bags, I've already said I don't want the free plastic bags each filled with only one or two items.
I had a mini melt down in Carrefour yesterday. I bought a lemon, before I knew it, it was put in a bag and the label attached, after I'd asked him to stick the label on the lemon. It was a forgotten item after we'd returned to the car with the rest of the shopping. At the till it was put in another bag while I got my purse out to pay.
Khalas, no more, stop with all the waste. I DON'T WANT ALL THESE BAGS and I took the lemon out of the 2nd bag and as I put my purse away, the bag packer just looked at me and put it back in the bag.