War time often brings out the jokey side of Israelis. Undoubtedly our inheritance from Yiddish, enhanced by the ease of e-mail. This one I've seen repeatedly the past two days. It's a sign taped to the door of a rented apartment in Beer Sheva:
If this apartment gets hit by a missile:
For the security types - don't worry about us. We went up north to our parents.
For the property tax types - before it was destroyed, the apartment had a flat-screen TV, a bottle of Bordeaux 1709, and rare china statuettes.
For the cable TV people: the flat screen TV wasn't working, we were using it as a paperweight.
For Rutti - If we were hit we're not paying the building dues.
1 comment:
Thank you. I needed that smile.
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