I opened the door, thinking he was here to see the apartment. "Hi," I said. I waited for him to say something. He looked past me, around the place...
"ש שןו קכח לנסבצמ נןשקו םןשח גהח בדנה נןשיק םכיםןמה תצבסנהע םןחעפםק כחלךהמב תצמהםמןכ מעקרומהב המכםן ורמהם מחהל מבלחעםוירןועןד מגד"
"Um," I stammered, quickly realizing with embarrassment that I actually understood zero words that he said. "Sorry, but my Hebrew is pretty terrible. What are you saying," I choked out in Hebrew.
Switching to English, "Oh..." He looked just as uncomfortable as me.
"Yes?," I asked.
"So you don't read the newspaper in Hebrew?"
The look of confusion on his face before he asked the most obvious question of his life was priceless. Absolutely priceless. It more than made up for my lack of understanding, which I don't even feel bad about because he threw some insanely fast 'Brew in my direction.
Honestly, if I can't even understand your introduction to selling me a newspaper, how am I supposed to read the paper in Hebrew?! Classic Israeli Moment brought to you by Stupid Immigrants Don't Know Nothin'.