Ra’anana, 29 July 2014.
Yes, that’s the pavement he has partly parked on. Yes, that’s the road he’s partly sticking out into. Yes, that’s the driver to the right. He noticed me taking a picture of his car.
You would have been very proud of me. I berated him entirely in Hebrew. Not a single Anglo-Saxon expletive left my lips.
It was, indeed, a parking masterclass. Pedestrians? Sod them? Zebra crossing? What’s that? What a fine example this apparently orthodox chappie set. Doesn’t he look so proud of his work? What an utter…