09th Feb 2007
Talk about a shitty week
I was visiting Jerusalem a couple of days ago with my wife. I was contemplating going up to my mother-in-law’s apartment in order to take a leak when my brother-in-law suggested that I should simply step aside to the nearest bush and conduct my natural affairs there, being a “guy” and all.
I concurred. Wouldn’t want to be accused of being a wuss, now would I?
Once back in the car I noticed an awful smell. A thorough investigation concluded that I had stepped into a rather large pile of shit, courtesy of a friendly neighborhood dog. My wife didn’t like that.
I didn’t like it either.
Two days later I’m walking along the Rothschild Boulevard in Tel Aviv with my wife and a friend when I feel something wet hitting my forehead. Did I mention there are bats in the trees at Rothschild boulevard in Tel Aviv?
Bat guano.
Luckily for me we were heading towards a restaurant nearby. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up when a guy came out of the toilet booth wanting to wash his hands and had to wait until I was done with the wash basin. Naturally, I explained the situation to him.
He was rather amused.