Everybody knows I'm a proud Jew.
But going to Jew-land is one ball-game in a league of its own. There's opportunities to get ripped off almost wherever you look. And the airport is the worst.
Seriously, as a proud Jew I dare say that going to Tel Aviv is like playing chess with yourself.
So far I dare say that I am leading though. Poor cab driver had no idea who he was messing with trying to pull his no-meter trick.
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