So my friend Avraham held the bus for me, while I ran like a maniac to pack my backpack. I zoomed back and leapt onto the bus, en route to Jerusalem to launder some borrowed sheets, to bring my famous blue raincoat to Shalom the Tailor, and to meet with some good folks for tea and sympathy.
On the bus, I felt around-- no phone. Ach!! No phone. I panicked, then felt every pocket another 3 times, then checked the backpack and other places in which the phone could not possibly be. No phone. I must have dropped it while running.
"Oh well," I told myself, "I don't really need a phone, do I?"
Well of course I did. How else to call Jeffrey and Raz and Shalom the Tailor?? I don't even have their numbers, except on the phone. Stop the bus- I lost my phone!!!
Bus driver (in Hebrew): You lost it, or you forgot it??
Huh-- if I had merely forgotten it, would he have refused to stop and let me off??
He stopped at the top of the big hill, I jumped out. Feet hit the ground, and I bellow- as barbaric a yawp as I can muster. Argh. The urge to give the Finger to the One Who Createth All electrifies my tongue. Luckily, my reason set in, and I did not curse the Maker [thanks, Dr. B_.]. Rather, I screamed to the Heavens:
What the F*&@ was that all about??!!
A bold challenge if there ever was one, I reckon...
At that moment, I turned my head and saw a rare sight in Bat Ayin (never seen before, in my case): A group of 4 or 5 deer sprinting across the forest. Beautiful. Pristine. Perfect.
"So that's what that was all about," I muttered, effectively humbled, and walked back to town.
9 comments:
hey stu, nice story. I never saw deer here, nice to know that mules and donkey's aren't the only four legged non-canifeline animals frequenting these parts.
PLEASE give me solid comments on my BIo on livejournal. the guy's doing my website this week, and I want to get him the remaining writings and media forthwith!!!
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if you want more people to leave comments you need to be in contact with more americans who are internet freaks. i.e. people who don't see you every day.
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ChazMav, you are an unpoetic cynic.
I didn't forget anything, the Fickle Finger of Fate reached into my pocket and mamash PULLED the phone out and dropped it on the ground...
And watch your level of emunah in Hashem's powers over your body and the bodies of woodland creatures, otherwise you might miss the message when your hemorrhoids flare up at 3:26 PM next Thursday.
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar" logically implies "A cigar is not always a cigar". Now, if a cigar is not always a cigar, that leaves room for KBH to sneak in. Just saved the Jer-boy for the side of emunah! Pretty neat, isn't it, DEAR?
Man! ChazMav tries to BUCK the system, and here comes the Rav to save your tuchas in spite of itself. And he divulged your secret identity in the process.
Kinda makes me wanna FAWN over Rav Yehoshua next time I see him.
red neck aunt says she doesn't understand the last few blogs.
feel like a stranger in my own land.
Esta. I too blog Stuart when my mail goes through.
Auntie in the south
I must admit this is very neat. Sort of like getting to know the Stuart that I never knew existed under the blue bucket hat with all the movie pins stuck to it.
I will admit, there is a lot that must have happened in the past 15 years or so that have significantly altered the cant of my once-next-door-neighbor.
So the cigar...well, sometimes cigars end up in the most unlikely of places. Just ask a former president and his favorite blue- dressed intern! What was Freud thinking?!!!
well this is the first time,in a long time. you are really growig up.keep up the good work.
Did you cell phone take pictures??? The story was good, but a photo is worth a thousand words!
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