I learned something today. You can't find a 3-hole punch in Egypt. Seriously, they don't have them. 2-hole punches and 4-hole punches . . . no problem. But a 3-hole punch . . . not to be found. I know because I spent a couple hours today looking for one. A guy at one store assured me that no such thing existed. When I asked why, he told me that nobody makes 3-ring binders. So I pulled one off the shelf in his store and asked "you mean like this?" I finally gave up and bought a 2-ring binder and hole punch.
Funny story from yesterday. I was outside at night, talking to a friend on the phone. I can't sit still while I'm talking on the phone. I'm not sure why . . . some kind of personality quirk. I have to walk around while I'm talking. Anyway, I was wandering while on the phone last night and saw a small rock in the shadows. I gave it a swift kick, only to realize that it wasn't a rock . . . it was a live rat. And he was not happy about being kicked. I almost dropped my phone because I was laughing so hard!