The sign I'm holding is from a sign g'mach at the check-point outside of the Pisgat Ze'ev neighborhood of Jerusalem where there are bus stops and people also get "tremps," rides. When I'd pass people holding the signs, I just figured that they were very well organized. Then I found out that a few weeks ago, somebody delivered the signs and set up a basket in the bus stop. So, today, after my friend dropped me off, I took a sign, and a nice young lady preferred taking my picture than posing with a sign. I have no idea who the girl is, but, yes, that's another example of how nice people are here.
Eventually, she called me over to ask if I wanted a ride to Ofra. I got in, squashed in the backseat between a baby's carseat and a different young woman. No complaints. I'm glad I'm not the weight I was two years ago.
Well, we didn't get very far. We were in one of those traffic circles so popular nowadays with city planners, and the driver's GPS said:
"Take the exit out of the city."Well, there is no sign saying "exit." The poor guy seemed terribly confused. I quickly said:
"Left," and he gratefully turned left, and we were on our way.But I knew that soon I'd have to explain how to maneuver the Adam Junction. The wrong turn could take us to Ramalla. I gave directions, there, too, since his GPS wasn't at all helpful. I suggested that he complain to the company.
And I knew why I had to wait just there for a ride until he came. That guy would still be going around the traffic circle if he hadn't had help.