It is.
This is how it went the month I needed more paper for the printer.
Realised I had no paper - you can change what I needed pretty much with anything (apart from booze or pork as they are forbidden) the process is the same.
Went to the shop on the camp - I have to explain a few things. Firstly, this was during the day at about 11 am, women can't drive, the camp bus left at 9 am and only does the shopping trip 3 times a week. Get a taxi? Well, only if they answer the phone and only if they have a driver available (can be bothered) And prayer time is from 11.20 ish so shops close (if they open at all during the morning) from 20 ish minutes before to give the workers a chance to pray. They stay closed til around 4 ish. Going to the shops around 4 ish also has problems as it may be 4 or 5 or 6 when they reopen. Then there is another prayer time about an hour later when everything closes again, quickly followed by another prayer time. By 8 most places are open til around 9 or 10. Back to the paper. I'd previously bought said paper. There were notebooks in the place in the shelf where it lived. So I look around trying to find it. I went and found an assistant.
Me: Hi there, how are you today?
Him: Hi ma'am, I'm fine how are you?
Me: I'm marvellous, thank you so much for asking! (No I kid you not)
Him:can I help you today?
Me:why yes, I'm looking for paper for my printer.
Him: no ma'am we no have.
Me:oh, have you none left?
Him:no ma'am, we no have.
Me:when will you get a delivery?
Him:no ma'am, we never have!
Me:yes you used to, I used to buy it here, it used to be right there on this shelf.
Him:(laughing at me) no ma'am, we never have, you is mistaken. You mix with another shop.
He goes off laughing. I go home and decided as the paper is needed for school I have to brave the shops outside at 4. 4 comes, no taxis, so I have to wait til 5 when I know my DH will get in, but we'd need to be quick as the shops will start closing for prayers. Off we go. First shop was shut, next 3 didn't have any, it was now prayer time so we go home paperless.
Next day, compound bus day to the city not local shops! It takes an 1 1/2 hours to get there, it's now 9.30, getting close to prayer time. Run from shop to shop in the abayer(long black cloak) no paper. Get back to the bus stop. On the 90 ish minute drive back, I decide to cobble together the random sheets we have at home or see if I can scrounge a few sheets from someone else. Go home paperless again, but resolve to buy a whole box of the stuff.
The next few shopping trips involve me looking for paper and failing. I did manage to get some old foolscap paper which we used but it's not school standard, good job the school know the problems. About a month after the initial foray to buy the paper, I turn down the aisle in the camp shop and LO and behold, paper!!! I'm so happy, I see the assistant I previously spoke to about the missing paper
Me: Hi there, how wonderful, you have paper today!!
Him: Hi ma'am, how are you?
Me: I'm marvellous, thank you so much for asking! I'm so happy you have your paper delivery!!!
Him:yes.
Me:when did it come in?
Him: no maam, we always have.
Me:er, no you've not had any for a few weeks.
Him:no ma'am, we always have you is mistaken. You mix with another shop. (Goes off laughing, again).
I bought 4 packs just to be safe. We usually use about 2 packs a year, so we should be good for a while.
As for the bike incident, it was a friend if mine this happened to. She and her DH booked a taxi to go to the city - there's the first 1 1/2. First shops only had small bikes, next shop the same. It was now prayer time. So they wait in the taxi. Next shop can get them a bike, but not right then. Next prayer time, more in car waiting. Next shop has the bike, but has to call their other shop to bring it. By now desperation is setting in so they agree. Bike eventually turns up, but it's too small. Last shop as it's now 10 pm, has a bike, in the shop, the right size, costs a bomb, but by now she's lost the plot so she buys it. It's after midnight before they walk back through the front door. She's not ate since lunch time, has spent too much and has to be up in 5 hours for the work/school routine. So it was 8 hours, not 6 in the end.
This is NORMAL life in Saudi.