Was reaching down to get my wallet from between the seats when a white Toyota Echo pulled up next to me.
This was a typical Omani teen-machine.
Lots of chrome and the usual mis-spelled "Feul Injection" stickers.
Pitch black tinted windows and the stereo up to the maximum level.
The song however, although muffled by my car door was still instantly recognisable......
"Muh muh muh.....Mirrie Jean is nah mah ruvver....She jussa gair who....."
Then as the passenger door was flung open, what can only be described as "Eighties Retro Cool Gone Horribly Wrong" appeared.
He was about sixteen, sunglasses on, silver baseball cap and florescent pink t-shirt but also wearing a loosely knotted tie, with a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips.
He was out to make a solid impression from his fake Ruwi Converse All-Stars, all the way up to his cherry-flavoured lip gloss and glitter-star cheek transfer.
His 22 inch waist was what let him down abysmally though, as while he swung his legs out of the car door and stood up, it became clear to all and sundry that he was still secured into the vehicle by his seat-belt.
The rather sudden automatic 'retrieval' of his 40kg frame by the straps, and his subsequent flailing and lolling, was by far the funniest moment of July for me so far.
Omani teens: if you want to be cool - get lessons.
It's a lot harder than it looks!