Yesterday, during yet another battle with the perpetually horrible Cairo traffic, I got a phone call from my cousin that goes something like this:

Cousin: Hey Hani what’s up!
Me: Nothing much. Just pulling my hair out in traffic.
Cousin: I know. You just passed me and gave me the finger.
Me: Was that YOU?!
Cousin: Yep.
Me: Next time don’t cut me off you bastard!
(actually, I apologized, but that’s what I should have said )

Et tu, Brute?