Along Came A Gas Truck...

I'm sitting peacefully, studying for an Electronic Business quiz. Although it's cold outside, I'm enjoying the warmness of the room provided by me beloved gas heater.
Suddenly, i feel a cold shudder. I look at my dearful heater to find it's flame has gone off.

Dramatic moment: " Noooooooooo...5eles el'3az :("

Ok, no problem, I'll turn the radiators on instead ;)

Another dramatic moment: " Nooooooo... nseet a3abbi Solar :("

Confusion is arising, only two things circulate endlessly in my mind: It's cold, i need gas!
And the journey begins.
I take my E-Business book, and go stand behind the window, waiting upon a wish... that will turn my cold hours into happy warm ones... waiting..... for the only thing that will make my life better..... wiating.... for my only hope..... The Gas Truck.
I wait and wait and wait. Oh! do I hear a gas truck coming??? Yes it is! Ya lal far7a! No! The sound of its music is fading away, the truck turned into another neighborhood....

The waiting continues.. my breath leaves miserable cirlces of fog on the freezing glass as i wait and pray for a gas truck to show up.
I can hear it! YES! The lovely music of the gas truck... the Bethoven's 2837.2/3 symphony that delcares a promise: "Fear no fear, no more cold is here"
I prepare myself to charge. Here comes the hardest mission: attracting the truck's attention.
I open the window, the cold breeze slaps my cheecks.
"I can do it...I will do it"
I start waving my hands at the truck driver HOON LAW SAMA7T HOOON.
The driver is enjoying a smoke, and doesn't pay attention to me. Another woman on another window is waving to him as well.
I need to think fast"No... I won't let her have the gas truck first, it's getting very cold,,and I need to study, sorry auntie!"
So i start my next charge: Karate moves that i learned when i was twelve, jumping, hitting my fists through the air, anything to attract the driver's attention.
YES he noticed.! He gestures in his hand asking: kam jarra????
I gesture using my fingers: Two! Two!
A little boy coming back from the dokkane eating chips Cheezy excitingly jumps and waves his hands at me: BYEE!! Inno 3njad ma b3raf shu da5alo, 3m b3mel be my hands TWo lal 3ammo taba3 el'3az mesh BYE la elo!
I go open the door to receive my lovely gas bottle. I find all the neighbors openning their doors asking me pleadingly: " Shu??!! Ija el'3az???" I reply "Yes! Ija el7amdilla!!"
And the orders for jarrat el'3az start exploding from every door in the building
"Jarra wa7de!...Jarteen...hoon 3ndak!"
Finally the process is over, all neighbors give me this thankful pittyful look as they close their doors.
I am proud of myslef. for I, and no one but I, who got the gas truck to the building. It is because of me, and my suffering next to the freezing window, that everyone is feeling warm, and the neighbor's children are laughing again, and chasing each other in the house like monkeys :)