As we are wont to do, BSM and I stopped to look at the construction site two doors from our house on our way home from daycare today. Thrillingly, the two guys who were working (one of whom was sitting in the backhoe-loader) noticed us and waved hello. We said hello back, one of the guys mentioned the heat, and I made the obvious reply asking if they had water. Turns out they've got the hose, but that's about it. So I invited one of them to come back to the house and gave him a bottle of water, some ice, and some cups.
It turns out the guy lives in the Bedouin village that abuts our Yishuv, and as soon as he walked into our house, he offered to find us a cleaning lady. When we acknowledged the mess but declined, he offered to find us a gardener. When we turned him down again, he gave us his phone number in case we change our minds. And that, my friends, is how business is done in this country.
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