Of Sabras and Chayalim
I was on the bus on Fri heading to Kfar Chabbad. I was in the second to last row, and right behind me sat two older men, in their 60's. Real sabras who have no idea of how loud they talk. They are usually the type who yell at kids to settle down, and grumble about everything being better in their day.
So they were having a lovely little personal chat that everyone could hear. My seatmate left me to go find another seat more towards the front. About half way through the trip a young chayal turned and asked them to talk quieter. Since this was in Hebrew I'm a bit hazy on the exact translations, but from what I got the Sabras seemed to agree to try. Of course they didn't and so the chayal asked them again, telling them they were disturbing the whole bus. Well one of the old guys went over to his seat and the chayal stood to meet him. They began to yell and the chayal grabbed the guys shirt (just like in the movies!). Meanwhile another chayal tried to pull them off each other. The driver is saying over the loudspeaker, "what's going on? Sit down!" So the sabra says to the young chayal, I want to take down your name and number and I'm going to report that you grabbed my shirt. At this point someone related to the sabra tried to come help, but didn't seem to be doing much. The guy then turns to the other chayal and asks him to be a witness. Of course the other chayal didn't want to get this involved, but he gives his name. The driver tells the man again to sit down and he does. So finally the bus returns to semi calm. Each party in his seat grumbling just loud enough that in fact they are continuing the argument. When the bus stopped in Ramlah the chayal got off and shortly after the sabra did as well. As we pulled out I could see them still arguing. I don't know who won the fight, but it amused me to be sitting right behind the action, trying to hide my smile so that I too would not get involved.
Ah Israelis...