Here I was going back and forth from one errand to another – thinking about how i have to get to this place on time, and that place on time, my mind totally into what i was doing. As I left the green-grocer (absent mindedly taking someone else’s bag as well as mine and having to return) I was still irritated by the very nervous and loud woman at the hairdresser’s just before. Her curses and insults were I suppose meant to be funny, but they made me incredibly nervous. Even as she was leaving, and looking for the shampoo girl to give her a tip, she said “where is she? probably ran off – don’t blame her, considering the level of this place.” And this continued to grate on me as i turned on the car radio. And suddenly i heard there was a rumor of Gilad Shalit being transferred to Egypt and eventually home, and everything in the day changed.
It was a baseless rumor, i discovered when I came home and turned on the tv, but for the rest of my life I will not forget that car ride.

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