Last night at Clara, a popular club/bar in Tel Aviv:
Guy: “I like this place, but everyone is so young. I’m definitely the oldest person here.”
Me: “Tread lightly. You are for SURE younger than I am.”
Guy: “Not a chance. I’m almost 26!”
And then I slapped him across his whiny, toddler face.
In NYC, when a cab is empty, it has its light on, so you know when you see it that it is available for you, and you can hail it accordingly. This does not seem to be the case in Israel, as whenever we go to hail a taxi, we find that the light being on or off has absolutely nothing to do with its availability. So, being intelligent, curious Americans interested in learning about this seemingly complex system, we decided to ask our cab driver how it works.
Us: “So when we see a taxi, how do we know if it’s available?”
Cabbie: “You ask.”
Oh.
#israel
“Have you heard of ‘Emily’s Posts’? It’s this really famous blog in America.”
— us, to this Israeli cab driver.
That’s his iPad. He follows me now.
Not sure he knows it, though.
#winning
I’ve always been a visual learner. Thanks, Israeli bathroom. (Not entirely sure about the serving tray….)
Shoshana (aka “Sho”), my Israeli alter ego who I will henceforth be referring to in the 3rd person, is so much more fun than my American self that I am starting to wonder if I have a legitimate split personality disorder. (Add it to the list. Or don’t. There’s no more room on the list. Even the margins are full).
But seriously. Sho stays up until 4am, drinks like a fish, is super extroverted, and likes to shop.
She also simply can NOT be bothered to wear a bra.
So I guess in that sense we’re the same.
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