It was after my first day at work.
My head was overloaded with information and the sun was hot. It might also have been that the three layers of clothes I was wearing, from the morning in Jerusalem which had been very chilly, were a bit too much for one o’clock afternoon in Tel Aviv.
The loved one called and said that he was on his way to pick me up. I said I would get a sandwich and wait for him by the petrol station on the main road.
This I did.
Got a sandwich and sat down on a low wall under a small olive tree that grew next to the petrol station. They were rebuilding the road and the area. The olive tree belonged to a small group of olive trees forming a tiny little park next to the dusty big road.
I sat reading some papers minding my own business when a red car suddenly drives up on to the pavement and stops next to me.
The window unfurls itself and inside I see a dwarf or is the politically correct term “little person”? I know I shouldn’t use “midget”.
But anyway, this tiny man of about fifty was standing in front of his steering wheel and he looked out the window and asked me in Hebrew (I will put a translation in brackets):
- Kama? (How much?)
- Slihka? (Sorry?)
- Kama? (How much?)
- What?!
- Ahhh… ein Hevrit? (Ahhh...no Hebrew?)
- Lo. (No)
- Russit? (Russian?)
- Lo. (No)
- Anglit? (English?)
- Yes
- Ahh ok… So how much?
- How much for what?!?!
The minute man with the big head looked a bit confused for a bit and then he turned bright red. I on the other hand was laughing my head off.
- Eh, I am sorry? You not work…I mean live here?
- Here? In the park? Next to the road? No.
- Ah…oh…I am very very sorry. I think you work, I mean live here…
- Well, no I am sorry but I don’t.
- Ah, so what are you doing here?
- I am waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up.
- Oh, I am sorry. I will go now. I am very very sorry I think you are… I mean Sometimes I need… I am so sorry…
- Don’t worry about it! Better luck next time!
Then he laughed in a relieved sort of way and drove off.
The loved one was very sore with me afterwards for passing up on little person sex ;)
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Haha! That happened to my sister once too. A man asked her what people like her got paid these days. After that she strongly considered buying a new jacket, as she thought that could have been the reason for being mistaken for a prostitute. And to never walk on Malmskillnadsgatan again :)
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So how much are your fee?? love that story, it made me smile big time... sounds like you have a good time.Lol L
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