We moved into a new apartment a week ago. It's a beautiful place at a great location. We are much happier since our move.
Part of the move required us to get our own internet. This means I was required to call an Israeli internet company and pray to God I could get internet at the end of it all.
I call the company and am very surprised there is an option for English. I excitedly press 2 for English and a man speaking Hebrew picks up the phone. I ask him if he speaks English. He says, "mah?" I say, "English, please, do you speak English," and he mumbles, "one minute" and I'm on hold listening to beeping. A few minutes later someone speaking Hebrew picks up the phone. I ask if she speaks English. She hesitates and then responds, "no, give me your number and we call you back." I give her my number knowing not to expect a phone call back. I wait 30 minutes and call again.
I am SHOCKED that someone speaking English picks up the phone. I am literally shocked. Like I forgot how to speak English for a minute. The guy on the other end of the phone is excited to speak English with me. He asks me my address. I give it to him. He asks me my id, I give it to him. All of a sudden someone is calling me on the phone, I ignore it. The internet guy tells me he just called me on his personal cellphone. He asked me to sms him everything I just told him over the phone.
I stop for a minute and shrug. I agree to sms him all of my information. I sent him my full name, my address at home, my address here, my passport information - he could steal my identity at this point, but I care less, I am one step closer to internet.
Then the fun part begins. He lets me know he needs a picture of my passport. I try sending him a picture but my service does not allow texting of photos. He asks me to find a place with internet so I can email it. Now, I have to emphasize, this guy was the nicest person ever. Anything I said was met with "amazing."
"My name is Esther."
"I went pee."
Okay, maybe not the last part but I felt like a fricken' winner every time I said anything. Amazing!
He also called me "sir" several times. I had not shaved for a few days so I wasn't offended but at some point I felt I had to explain to him that I was a ma'am. We ended up exchanging a series of smiley faces.
Then he begged me, yes, begged me while profusely apologizing repeatedly to find a place where I could send him a picture of my passport.
I walked into town remembering The Coffee Bean had free wi-fi. I got there and my phone went nuts. I yelled curse words and mumbled angry things at the phone despite my neighbors' strange looks. Every time I tried opening an application the phone would send me a warning that my phone had no more space and I needed to delete stuff to empty my memory. I would delete, try to send an email, get another warning sign. This is while it's sort of raining outside, a big rally is supposed to happen in a few hours, Aaron is waking up crying hysterically so I order food that he doesn't eat because he fell asleep again before I got the food so I had to be fat and eat it all, and my battery is about to die. I literally send the email and my phone dies. I search my diaper bag several times looking for my charged spare battery which I later find inside my wallet. Oh and my landlord is angry at me because I was supposed to open the door for the delivery guy delivering an oven, washer and drier but I was stuck in the city trying to send a damn picture of my passport.
I get home, charge my phone and the internet guy calls me from his personal phone. He apologizes letting me know he had to leave work by 12:30 and was no longer at the office. We would have to finish the next day. He let me know he called me repeatedly after I sent the email. I told him what happened apologizing for my dead battery.
Then the best part.
He asks, "can I ask you a personality question?"
I'm thinking, sure, I'm a Leo, you?
"Yes," I say.
"What do you do? You live in a very expensive part of town. How?"
So then I tell him, "I don't do anything."
And he replies,"what does your husband do?"
"He sells plants."
So I explain to him the basic process of Logan's job, I think he was underwhelmed.
It was a pretty funny conversation.
Then I tell him, "look, if you want to make money, move to America."
He agrees with me telling me his brother is moving to either Canada or America that week. We are sad together on the phone for a few minutes and then say goodbye.
The next day I call him, no one picks up and he calls me right back. We set up the internet and I thank him for his help.
He says, "no, thank you!" With great energy.
I laugh. I can't help myself.
Two days later I send him a text message thanking him again.
He calls me immediately.
"So, you are quite happy? You sound very happy."
I can't help but giggle.
"Yes, thank you."
We get off the phone, I look at Logan and burst out laughing.
Getting internet in Israel has been amazing! And the best part, the guy told me if I have any questions or problems to call him directly because no one else speaks English in his office.
Talk about personal service.
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