No, this isn't the punchline to a joke, nor is it a joke genre, such as "a priest, a rabbi and a minister." They are the three types of vehicles in the order I rode in them to get home from work last night, Yafiz, Sha'ar Binyamin to Shiloh.
Earlier yesterday, I had sent a note to our yishuv list asking people if they could give me a "tremp," ride to or from work. About an hour before I finished a neighbor called asking if I'd be ready to leave in a bout a half an hour, since they'd be passing on their way home from Jerusalem. Since we were a bit short-handed, due to the Succot holiday, I had to turn down their generous offer. I had no idea how I'd get home. Sometimes I find a ride (or rides) very quickly, but sometimes I find myself waiting a very long time.
So when we finished up and signed out, I whipped out my trusty sign and began flashing it at the customers leaving Rami Levi. No go. After a few minutes, I was feeling rather depressed. I was hoping that it wouldn't be a longer night, since I was very tired. Then someone who needed a ride to Ofra told me to wait someplace closer to the store, since a ride would be leaving soon.
Four of us got into an ambulance which had gone shopping to pick up non-medical supplies at Rami Levi. We exchanged "ambulance riding stories." At Ofra, I waited longer. Finally, a "school bus" on its way to Eli stopped and let me in. I got off at the Shiloh Junction.
I didn't have to wait very long until a ride to Shvut Rachel came by. Davka, she had been at Rami Levi, but since I hadn't bothered searching the store before waiting, I didn't see her. She took me into Shiloh and then I schlepped up hill all the way home. I hope that burned lots of calories, especially since I had a very heavy bag on my back.
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