A run-in with the Israeli Police

Don't look now but this is my second blog in one week... Either the Messiah is coming or I had to update you on an awesome story. You can choose.

So on Tuesday afternoon, I was walking home from my neighborhood market when all of a sudden an Israeli police car pulled along side of me. One of the police officers got out of the car and started speaking to me in Hebrew. As my Hebrew is not stellar yet, I told him that I didn't understand.

He then spoke to me in English, asking me for my passport, which I did not have. I showed him my driver's license which seemed to appease him and then out of know where he asked me if I was carrying any drugs. I said no and then he asked if he could check.

I said sure and started to pull out my cell phone and keys from my pockets as he started to rummage through all six of my cargo short pockets. After finding only gum wrappers and a piece of lint, he said that I could go and he jumped into his cop car. I walked home a little flabergasted but was so excited to have this Israeli experience.

Later that day, I told this story to some of the people in my program... Some of them gave me the nickname "sketch."

So moral of the story... Don't wear cargo shorts in Israel because then Israeli police officers have many more pockets to put their hands down.

Peace from your favorite suspected drugdealer,

ERBP