Where there’s sand…
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008Some people have no shame. A few weeks ago, someone stopped by my apartment with his brand-spanking-new laptop, saying that suddenly his internet stopped working. He then asked if we could sit in my bedroom, on the bed, beause I don’t have a lot of furniture, and we needed to stand.
So, after 15-20 minutes, Joel and I figured out the problem and fixed it. Then he asks me if I can show him how to download things, watch streaming videos, etc. As I start showing him, he gets a phone call. Being an Israeli, he answers it and starts having this whole conversation with a chic he found through an online dating service. I decide to pause, so I can explain when he gets off the phone, and he just says, go ahead, finish what you’re doing. I just threw him a look and went to do something else. Just as an FYI, it is quite disconcerting to listen to an unattractive, overweight religious man flirt. N-O-T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U. As we’re doing this, he starts asking me about internet prices (not cheap in this country, as you have to pay one company for use of infrastructure and another company to provide actual internet). So I tell him that prices depend on the speed of your connection: I have 4.5, so it’s more expensive than those with the basic 1.5.
Since then, he’s been sitting in the near vicinity of my apartment. The first few days, he could be found sitting on our neighbor’s stoop. Sitting there until late at night, believing that he’s mooching off our (password protected) high-speed internet. I think he soon realized that he was being irritatingly obtrusive, because he moved to a bench outside the building. Sometimes I have half a mind to go to the upstairs neighbors and tell them to password protect their ‘net.