Category: bus stop chats
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Moussa’s looking out for my children.
Scene: In the office to sign papers, at the water fountain, filling up my water bottle with Bebe Bjorned to me, Moussa is standing at the sink washing paint off his brushes. “You bring your baby to work a lot.” “Well, I’m only here to do quick things. I haven’t been working the last few…
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That pilot is me…
Scene: Sixt car dealership, Jerusalem. Sasson the excellent salesman is chatting away at my husband, with me listening as I inspect the silver Ford Focus in front of me. “So, what’s the difference between the Mazda 3 and Ford Focus?” “Go with the Focus, trust me. The time of the Mazda 3 reigning in Israel is…
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Orange-haired Mizrachi lady.
In my head, I gave her three guesses. “So you’re achrei tzava?” “No. I wasn’t in the army. I’m an olah chadasha.” “Oh, you look 20, chamuda. So you’re 18?” “Yeah, I know… No, 23.” “You probably hear that a lot…” “Yeah.” “What nice shirt! So did you get that back in Russia?” “No… the…
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a little bit more of the usual.
sunday morning. time to buy a new cartisiya (bus card). note to liz: now you have a job, no more getting 18 and under cards with ten free rides. you have a job now, you can afford to be legit. alight the bus. pass by the youngish lady who is chatting with bus driver. smile…