A colleague at work in Khobar, Hesham from Cairo, asked me last week, how long is 5 minutes in Hyderabad?
I said, 5 minutes. He said, no. He pulled out his phone and showed me a notebook page. For 3 weeks
he'd been writing down every time I said, 5 minutes, and how long it really took. The average was 27 minutes.
There was 1 entry that said 2 hours. He'd underlined it twice. I tried to defend
myself. I said, when I say 5 minutes it means I'm getting ready to leave. He
said, are you in the car? I said, no. Are you wearing shoes? I said, soon.
I tried to explain it to him. He wrote that down too and said it made no sense.
Then he asked, so what do you say when you really mean 5 minutes? I had no answer.
I called my brother in Hyderabad from the office the next day. He said, 5 minutes, one second, and
put the phone down. He took 14 minutes to come back. Then he said, sorry, was in the bathroom. I
didn't even ask. Hesham was listening on speaker. He nodded slowly, like a man who has finally found the evidence.
My wife heard all of it from the kitchen and said the same 14 minutes applies to me.
Hesham now says it back to me. Last Tuesday I asked for the report and he said, 5
minutes. I looked at the clock. 3:10. I wrote it in my notebook. He saw me and went red.
He sent the report at 3:52. I put 42 next to it and showed him, and we both
laughed. He gave me his notebook page. I keep it in my wallet next to my work card.