What do you make of this?
Today, Wednesday,(remember? my almost-favorite day?) is my day off. The weather is refreshingly perfect these days and I decided to go for a long walk with Ozzy. On the way back, a car stopped and asked me for directions to a nearby street. After giving them to him in a fairly competent manner, I continued with my trek. Several seconds later another driver rolled down his window and stopped me:
(Do I even have to mention that all of this took place in Hebrew?)
Man: Ehhhhhm, giveret (lady), I am a policeman. That car that just asked you for directions--where is he going.
[That's funny. You don't look much like a policeman. Are you undercover? And why is your "partner" in the passenger seat dozing? Hmmm.]
Me: Excuse me?
Man: (speaking slowly--did he hear my American accent from just one word?) The car before me that stopped you for directions--where did he want to go? I'm a policeman.
[Let's freeze right here for a while.]
Don't you think this is strange? Has anything like this ever happened to you?
Before I tell you what I did, I want to know what you would have done. Would you have told this guy? Or moved on?
This enquiring mind wants to know.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
2 weeks ago