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cause us untold grief. Now that ‘we’ve been there, done that,’ these occurrences
produce a strange type of comfort for,
other than the weather, they are the few things one can predict in this most
unpredictable country.
return something at a store? Well, I will have to leave that for another entry.
so thick, it looked more like an airport novel than a bill. Just as fine Israeli dust cakes up over time, we
too seem to have collected some extra phone numbers and expenses over the
years.
was a small issue, really. We had added a phone number of a foreign student to
our bill and we simply wanted to remove it. He went back to Canada for good so
we had to cancel his number. Easy, yes?
a special number.”
I am doing this in front of you in case I have trouble with the language.”
in Hebrew, Arabic and Russian and after pressing five sequences of menu
options, he was on hold. We waited. She studied her nails.
his phone number and identity number, which he had already programmed into the
phone via the complex menu.
she could not understand what he way saying. Was it his accent or the problem
that she refused to comprehend?
verified that yes, we wanted to cancel the number by basically repeating the
same words my husband had used.
to us. She talked about letting us keep the number in case the student came
back…at which point my frantically infuriated husband stomped his feet and
screamed, “Let’s just say the guy is, ummm,
like, dead. Do you understand?
Dead? Dead people can’t call.”
the account.
course,” she assured him.
into the sunshine.
had heard this one before. We knew this line.
an hour passed. No call. One day went by. No call.
through the entire automated menu again, clicking one, then two, inputting his
id number, his phone number and the ill-fated phone number. Again.
phone, she asked the same questions all over again.
record of this conversation on her computer.
ahuz? (100 percent?)
‘ my husband screamed into the phone, adding, “I do not have time for this.”
number for you, in case…”
just say the guy who had this number is dead…and is not coming back until the
Moshiach comes!”
where you can casually converse about the messiah without being suspected of
schizophrenia.
back. She said the number would be disconnected. Will it be done? Guess we have
to wait and see how fat the next phone bill is.
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