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Old man on a bus: Part 2

September 2, 2010

From the shoulders up, the bus driver was the spitting image of Vin Diesel (cue my husband proudly proclaiming that Vin Diesel is Jewish). This came in handy when a taxi driver intentionally swerved into the side of the bus, cut the bus off with no regard for the laws of physics that would inevitably result in the destruction of his comparably tiny vehicle, leaped from the car and began beating on the windshield of the bus trying to convince the driver to come outside and fight. The driver calmly shrugged his shoulders, nodded, and drove around the abandoned taxi, leaving the irate man behind.

I believe this reckless aggression was the result of the bus driver beeping at the taxi for parking in front of a bus stop and nonchalantly cutting him off when he wouldn’t get out of the way. Or maybe the guy was just having a bad day. Or, perhaps the most likely option, that’s just how he drives all the time.

On my way home (with a different bus driver, sadly), a spry old man hauled a hundred pounds of groceries onto the bus and chatted jovially with everyone he passed by. He ended up near me and struck up a very one-sided old-man conversation about Israelis and shopping and buses. I couldn’t follow it all, but he seemed nice and not crazy, so I smiled and nodded. When he paused for what I assume was a response to something I hadn’t caught, I confessed I was new to Israel and my Hebrew wasn’t perfect. He was thrilled to learn I was American, and the conversation progressed into a long old-man soliloquy about how he had immigrated 60 years ago from Tunisia, French and British antisemitism, and how Israel was the best place for us to be, except of course L.A., which is where much of his family lives. It was the longest conversation I’ve had with an old-man stranger on a bus in any language.

Of course, he can’t compare to my favorite old-man stranger, who I saw at a luau on Maui last summer:

Japanese old man at Maui luau wearing adorable old-man hat

I added the adorable old-man hat myself, as I’m sure he owns one that is identical and had just forgotten to wear it that evening.







I first wrote about old men on a bus during my first month living in Israel. There will certainly be a Part 3 at some point.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Mom permalink
    September 3, 2010 5:47 am

    I am laughing hysterically.

  2. Kimberly permalink
    September 9, 2010 5:58 pm

    He was definitely missing the hat!!! HAHAHA Great call : )

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