Today I was in a line for my visa (as per usual as Oman's longest running tourist) and the wait was soooooooooooooooooo inexplicably booooooooooooooring.
This feeling of banality that anihilites the mind and senses has a special vocab word here in Oman. It is called "kroob".
My day was "kroob". Waiting to get anything done at a hospital or ministry is "kroob".
Opposite? "Shattr". This is like, "cool" or "slammin'".