Itzik Smadar showed up to Tel Aviv Traffic Court, to fight an expensive parking ticket he received. Itzik testified to the judge that a uniformed Policeman had given his personal allowance for him to park there.
She looked so stricken that Moishe offered some consolation.
“That’s okay, honey,” Moishe said. “You still have me.”
Miriam looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes,” she wailed, “but you don’t work either!”