Willow Tree

In The Meantime

I picked up a couple of sweet rolls from the makolet, made myself a nice cup of coffee, and sat down by the computer to take my mind off of the very terrible yesterday when I received this call...In Hebrew.

"Hello. Are you looking for work?"
I am so I answered yes, but not with housework anymore, "I have problems with my knees. What kind of work did you need me to do?"
"This is work for me and not my husband, right?"
"You have problems with your knees? What kind?" Question appeared odd, but depending on what he wanted me to do I figured it made sense.
"We need someone to order pictures."
"Order pictures?" I'm thinking it is the bakery/photo guy and they need help making sure the right pictures go to the right person, or a free-lance photographer doing the same. And yet there is a little niggle there, this job sounds odd.
"Yes, order pictures."
"I could do that."
"Yes, we have two kind of pictures."
"Two kinds of pictures?" These vibes now they are getting stronger.
"We have pictues of daughters.... you understand? Daughters..."
"Okay...." I'm ready for the punch and here it is...
"And women with out clothes...."

Yep; my first dirty phone call in Israel. What a way to cap the week. Anything else G-d before Shabbat? Please let next week be a mite better!!!

Hey, at least I was able to carry on the disccusion in Hebrew. I guess that's something.

BTW: just wanted to add, I doubt if the photos he refered to were real. He was just trying to talk and keep me talking, and because of my limited understanding of Hebrew he probably kept me on a lot longer than most people would. I don't claim to understand the mindset of these perverts, but the basic pattern is to continuously drop more hints until the undeniable sinks in---whatever form their conversations takes.

I do wish I had some ID on the phone. I could have then at least reported him.

Posted by Rachel Ann at January 21, 2005 08:44 AM