Last week, our company headed down to Arad for a two-day summer sikkum (wrap-up). With each department responsible for presenting themselves, guess which member of the North American desk got to make a fool of himself in front of everyone on video? Yeaaaaaah. I don’t know how I let my co-workers talk me into doing a monkey impression. (Trust me, it was in the context of a skit. And no, you won’t be seeing it ever.)
Anyway, we were all sitting around the lunch table a few days later and I was trying to convince my camera-shy co-worker Shira that she didn’t embarrass herself (not nearly as much as me anyway.) How did I do this? By saying with feeling, “Shira! Hayeet kocha-VEET! (You were a star!)”
Well, I thought that’s what I was saying. Instead of calling her ko-CHEV-vet however, I told her she was the little star on a phone (you know, the one just under the “7”). Laughter ensued.
The moral of the story as always?
Nope, still not Israeli.
Almost as flattering as being the sulameet (#).