Still not mastering the art of zen...

Friday, October 28
On my to-do list: Ophthalmologist appointment at 11:30 a.m. at the American University Hospital.

11:10 a.m.-Arrive at AUH building. Look at my planner, notice the my appointment is supposed to be on the seventh floor. This building only has five floors. Decide to go to Student Health Services office near the entrance for assistance. Have plenty of time before appointment, maybe the doctor could squeeze me in earlier.

Should be a piece of cake.

Surviving the Service: the first of what will undoubtedly become a series

The concept of a "service"

Beirut, for its apparent lack of public transportation, has a very practical means of moving about called the service—pronounced the French way, aka "serveece."

Basically, a service is just like a regular taxi, except it picks up and drops off multiple people along the way. Think bus, if a bus didn't have a predetermined route, and if by "bus" you meant a car built sometime back when the Soviet Union was still a thing and seat belts were an optional feature.