don't ask, don't tel aviv

smooth sailing for the most part. i got on the last bus to catch the last train from tel aviv to binyamina. slightly out of my head with sleep deprivation (the kind that comes after too much amusement), i hurried a goodbye to fast friends and boarded alone. it wasn't until the bus took off that anxiety set in. fortunately for me, a distraction serendipitously unfolded.

the bus's turn on to the narrow street was interupted by a double parking motorbike. nonchalantly, the driver muttered something in hebrew to the closest passanger and swooped the obstruction from the street and dumped it on the sidewalk. no problem -that is until the delivery boy that the bike belonged to materialized with heat retaining pizza cover in hand. then the arms began to flail and war was waged between the respecitive deliverers. pizza boy whisked off on his bike scouring through the sidewalks, only to be cut off by the mammoth bus at the next driveway. and that's when the bus driver got cocky. long after we lost the biker, the lingering anger fueled the remainder of the ride. surely, he was internally indulging in the post-fight conversation that everybody has with themselves on their "cool off" walk. we sailed through yellow lights, barely dodged pedestrians, scraped by neighboring buses, took over the lanes and abruptly haulted at the train station. partly frightened, i maintained the frantic pace and boarded seconds before departure.

gotta love synchronicity!