There I was at the bank, when suddenly, one of the employees appeared, talking at me in rapid-fire Hebrew.
It seems she recognized my name displayed on the computer of the banker helping me as she very innocently made her way back to her schmooze corner, I mean, desk, and it was a good thing she did because it turns out she had tried calling me that very morning! Why did I not pick up?
I blinked. This is my new tactic when I don’t understand all of the Hebrew.