Waiting for me in my mail box tonight was a letter, with my name on it in Hebrew. Above my name there were a couple of odd words that seemed out of place on an envelope.
I ripped open the letter to find confirmation of a health insurance policy- just like the ones we received a couple of months ago when I renewed our policies. That's strange, I thought. And then I looked more closely at the name on the health insurance policy:
Needless to say, Sweater Sweater is going to be calling the Harel Insurance Company come Sunday.
3 comments:
Perhaps your work colleagues have been complaining?
priceless!
I lol'ed
I pretty much just take all the mail that comes to me in German that I cannot read to my supervisor's secretary. She takes good care of all the non-German speakers.
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