And now…a look at life in Israel.
(2 minutes before this exchange, a co-worker I barely know invited me to his Seder. Good Lord, Israelis are the most hospitable people in the universe.)
(2 minutes before this exchange, a co-worker I barely know invited me to his Seder. Good Lord, Israelis are the most hospitable people in the universe.)
Benji: Why are Israelis so nice? You can’t go to miluim (army reserves), we need KILLERS!
Co-worker: I become a kee-lehr, you have to make deh sweetch.
Benji: How do you do it?
Co-worker: You hev to do eet…you heve to be dee-fehr-ent on deh battlefield.
Benji: What about “Uri”, he can’t be a killer. (pointing to other really nice co-worker).
Co-worker: Uri, tell heem how we make deh sweetch.
Uri: (doesn’t even turn his head from computer, without flinching) No mohr Meester nice guy.
I’m sorry, I don’t care what your politics are, that’s funny. I swear that was from a Schwarzenegger movie.
"I'll be back...with a falafel."
Here’s another short exchange from last week when I was out with a couple of co-workers past midnight.
This honesty moment has been brought to you by the number “taysha.”
Benji: I will never believe how little sleep I have gotten since moving here! I would neeeeeeeeeeeever be out this late on a weeknight in America!
Lady: Israelis know how to hev fahn, you know!
Benji: It’s crazy! We have to wake up in the morning!
Lady: In Israel, you have fun tonight because tomorrow you can die.
This honesty moment has been brought to you by the number “taysha.”
8 comments:
Another true story: A woman I had never met before and only talked to once on the phone (about a job) invited me to stay at her house in the Old City for a whole shabbat. I'm secular. She obviously keeps shabbat.
I accepted, telling her that whatever I do that may be not Shabbat-ish, she should tell me.
So it was me, her, her husband, 2 sons, pregnant daughter (due any minute) with husband and the 3 grandkids.
Oh, and did I mention that they spoke limited English?
Know what? I actually had a good time and they did everything to make me feel like part of the family.
(In case you were wondering, the only embarassing thing I did was almost put a parve cup in the dairy sink. Can you believe that? How silly am I?)
I was actually physically capable of hearing the guy saying NO MORE MEESTER NICE GUY. LOL!
I think that Israelis are really special. Because ... sshhh... you can die tomorrow in ANY country. But people still don't party like in Tel Aviv. WOOO!!! :-)
I think the whole "you might die tomorrow" is just Israeli bullsh*t for "what?! i want to party. who cares about work."..
It's more of a 'yihiye b'seder' thing, I feel.
-tal
nah, i disagree. i asked a(n israeli) fried of mine why israeli guys are so um how shall we put this delicately ? intent on harassing them females...she responded in a similar vein--that any day now they're gonna die....have to 'chap arein' (that's yiddish)
o and benjy, hysterical as usual. wish i was there to hear it ;)
Those are the stories I don't put on my blog. My mom would have an aneurism.
So funny though!
I think that should be the subject of a future post. "My mom would have an aneurysm."
Either that or a song by Blink-182.
Yeah, see, I thought that us foreign-exchange students were ridiculous for going out so late on a weeknight (I mean, TAU's exchange classes are a *joke* so it's not like we have to be awake for them anyway), but then I look around at the bars and realize that 99% of the crowd is Israeli. And 95% of those Israelis have to get up for work the next morning. They always give the "you could die tomorrow" explanation for this when I ask... but how many of them work in an office in Sderot with Tzeva Adom every day? A negligible amount. So I think it's just an excuse. Not that I'm complaining. I like partying on a Tuesday and not being the only one in the place. Not gonna lie. It's fun. Party on, crazy Tel Avivers. Party on.
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