IJMC - Where's My Water?

I really don't have much else to say right now. So, make do with the last 
post's commentary and enjoy this short story. G'night.              -dave









Arab diplomat visiting the U.S. for the first time was being wined and
dined by the State Department. The Grand Emir was not used to the salty
American Foods (french fries, cheeses, anchovies, etc.), and was
constantly sending his manservant Abdul to fetch him a glass of water. 

Time and time again Abdul would scamper off and return with a glass of
water, but then came the time when he returned empty-handed. 

"Abdul, you bastard son of an ugly camel, where is my water?" demanded the
Grand Emir. 

"A thousand pardons, Oh, Illustrious One," stammered the wretched Abdul.

"White man sit on well."