Why I need to stop mumbling

At the hairdresser’s:

Large Lebanese Barber: Where are you from my friend?

Me: (indistinctly apparently) New Zealand.

Large Lebanese Barber: Israel?!?

Me: No, no, no NEW ZEALAND.

Oh how we laughed.

But there was a moment there where I suddenly became very aware that a hairdresser’s gown basically immobilises you, and scissors are just two knives, bolted together.

Anyway, I look like this now:


One Response to “Why I need to stop mumbling”

  1. extrovert Says:

    the Zohan would have asked no questions, and…

    yes, i know you haven’t been caught up in that whole Torah business..unless of course your smugglin ‘grapes’ where ever you go

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