As Chris is summing up his Iraqi experience, he recalls the strangest moment he had in that God-forsaken land.
One morning, when we were returning to our last drill site, a man literally jumped out of the well and surprised us. He was half-naked wearing nothing but a waist turban.
McKinsey looked like a dog startled by a squirrel goin for his nuts, "Whoa! Looks like the genie found way out of the lamp! Hey Ali Babba, what the fuck are you doing in my shit hole?"
The man looked scared, but he acted as if he was expecting us, or someone. I guess he needed help. He wasn't bleeding and had no brokens bones, but he was frantic. He just kept running around in front of us, trying to get our attention. Every now and then he would pause and look up at the sky. He would the cup his hands together, closing his fingers and tug at the empty air in front of him. It reminded me of the Iraqi hand sign for "be patient". I'd seen cab drivers and merchants make that same gesture. The cab drivers wanted you let them cut you off while the merchants were hoping to pour tea down your throat until you gave in and bought that overpriced rug.
"Google! What's he saying?"
McKinsey called out to the brains of our group, the hacker. He fixed all our computers and game consoles. Hell he even knew how to get us free porn! His head was either buried in various local dictionaries or math books that he bought on Mutanabbi street in Baghdad. He knew Arabic, Kurdish, Farsi and Turkmen, but he was completely thrown off by this guy.
"I think he saying khalas. You know, stop, enough. But I'm not sure. I have to record it." He pulled out his trusty camcorder and fired away.
Ale reference the tear drop tag cloud that Chris turns into Zoe.