Egregious told me some stories from when he was in Kuwait... since there's no chance he'll post them here (he is illiterate, you know), I'll relate a shortened version of a relevant one.
Seems that some locals had been hired to build the base's gym. However, these guys had no idea what to do to set one up. They knew what exercise equipment was, mind you, they just didn't know what the average GI might want, what sort of machines, preference for free weights, whathaveyou. So, they ask this truck driver. See, the truck driver just happened to be an Arab-American with absolute proficiency with the language. He winds up running around base asking guys who have been bitching about not having a gym what they want, and then relaying this info back to the workers.
I hear it was a damn fine gym. (E also said that's how they built the Jr. Enlisted Club, too. "Make the dance floor bigger, take out that stupid railing, where's the bar?")
Glad to see you're actually making it to the inside of the gym. I guess there's no beer to go with the XBox over there (unlike Germany) to hold you back.
