And there we were, in the elevator of Almoayed Tower, thinking out loud " What are we doing here, really." It's Friday afternoon, there's lots of way better things to do, and we're going to check out what the clipboard guy was all about. It was one of those generic offices, the kind you can rent for a couple of hours, even. Pictures of the King and Prime Minister. Chairs still in plastic. A couple of bad taste generic posters. And a few Bahraini families, obviously low end of middle-class type. We sort of stood out because we were the only ones not wearing tradicional dress and didn't have 7 kids with us. Several men wearing really bad fitting polyester suits and flashy ties walked around. Anis whispered "Fresh out of tunis prisons" and wanted to leave right away but I stopped him. The same invisible power that makes me enjoy watching Dr Phil, or the Tyra Banks Show ( yes, I confess), was making me stay there. It was like being in a theme park for me. And then they called our names. We went into the smaller generic office with 4 men wearing ill-fitting suits. The main ill-fitting suit man greeted us and asked " Have you ever heard of Time-Sharing?" We ran out. There was still time to catch a movie across the street at the mall.