Only in Israel

So the funniest thing happened today at the neighborhood cafe that I hardly frequent at all *cough*.

As has never happened before, ever, *cough*, I sat down at a table, put down my newspaper on the chair across from me, and started reading the front page. A grandpa-ish man came in and sat down at the table across from me and asked if he could take a look at the sports section. As the sports section is about the only section in the paper that I don't devour from end to end at my very infrequent visits to the cafe *cough. I think I might be coming down with somthing. cough*, I said "sure" and continued reading. Front page done, I put my feet down from the chair and prepare to reach for the other sections, when much to my dismay, my entire paper is gone. I look over, and the guy has my entire newspaper at his table. I rather politely point out that I'd like to continue reading my paper, and the tool says to me: "ok, here's this section, I'm still working on the rest". *snort*. Luckily, the two old ladies sitting at my side did all the tsk-tsking for me, taking very loudly amongst themselves about how rude the man was. The waitress, whom I happen to never leave my paper for every day when I'm done with it *hack* came to my rescue and pointed out that its my private newspaper and not the restaurant's, and brought him over the newspaper that I wouldn't normally get caught dead reading in its place. This did not seem to make any difference to him, and I ended up sitting there waiting for my own bloody newspaper for about 5 minutes. Ass. I do have to admit that it was one of the funnier things that have happened to me at the cafe I hardly ever frequent. Well, there was the case of the attacking gutter, but that's a story for another day...