As is my habit, I did not wait until the last full weekday before my trip to pay the parking ticket I got months ago. Nope, I didn't wait until today to finally call the Jerusalem municipality to have them tell me that they can't process foreign credit cards, and so I didn't need to run out to the mall's post office on an Erev Shabbos to pay in cash.
Okay, that's not entirely true. I did actually have to run into Pisgat Ze'ev this morning to pay my parking ticket. It worked out well, though, because that meant I also bought gas in Pisgat Ze'ev instead of at the gas station near Rami Levy. And it turns out that Pisgat Ze'ev's gas station, like the Jerusalem municipality, is prejudiced against foreign credit cards. This meant I had to get full-serve gas instead of the cheaper self-serve gas. Like I said, though, it worked out well: the guy not only filled my car with gas (big woop), he also checked my antifreeze and oil levels, which is something I don't recall doing since moving to the Yishuv. Practically speaking, this means that I left the gas station with considerably more gas, antifreeze, and oil than I came in with. Oh, dear.
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