I look up, up, up, where the white stone meets the blue sky. Hashem, I think, please let it all be easier. High school, classes, teachers
The driver leans on his horn for a full minute straight.
My Hebrew is definitely not great (I think Morah Epstein used the word “mediocre”) but you don’t need to be a sabra to understand that Mr. Taxi Driver is upset. Like really, really upset.
He bangs on the steering wheel again and lets loose a stream of Ivrit I’m pretty sure I’m happy to not understand.
Avrumi slides down the seat until he’s basically on the floor. Poor Avrumi; he does not do conflict well.
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