Yesterday started early. I had to get up at 4am before going to Jerusalem for a class. It's not that I left all that early in the morning. I caught the 6:30 bus, but I need time home before I can travel.
Traffic wasn't bad. OK, there were sections it crawled, but we didn't just sit and wait. I ate my breakfast in the bus, just caught the Jerusalem bus I wanted. I got to where I needed to go early. Yes, a good way to start the day.
It was nice seeing my friends. We sat around the auditorium talking, waiting for the lecturer. And we waited.
"She's usually late."
Because of that, we weren't terribly concerned.
"It's more than a half hour late. That's a lot, even for her."
"Yesterday, she came 35 minutes late."
I crocheted and caught up with friends.
Suddenly, "I just came down from the office. She can't be reached. Let's hope she's OK."
Then one of the office workers came in:
"I don't know what's going on. I suggest that you just go home. Go on with your day. I'm sorry."
I sat there in shock. For that I woke up at 4am and traveled to Jerusalem? What should I do? I called a couple of friends who live in Jerusalem, but they couldn't see me. To one of them I said:
"Why did I get up today? Why did I travel all the way here?"
So I took a bus to downtown Jerusalem and did some errands. Then I walked to the Central Bus Station. I had time before the bus, so I did my monthly sign in for Unemployment Insurance. Then I went to wait for my bus and eat my yogurt. After eating I realized that I still had a lot of time, so I decided to check prices of something I'm going to have to buy soon.
As soon as I began to walk, I saw a friend. I asked her how she is:
"The bank machine just ate my card. I have no cash and have to travel to work. I don't know what to do. Maybe you have NS50- to lend me?"
"Actually, I have exactly that much money. Here it is. I had a crazy wasted day and was sure that I had gotten up and gone to Jerusalem for nothing. Now I know why I'm here. It was all to give you that NS50."
True story!
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