The real messiah
Rushing out to grab a falafel on Jerusalem’s hopping Ben-Yehuda pedestrian mall today, I heard a commotion and spied a group of people standing in a half circle gazing at something.
Getting closer, I saw what they were staring at – a middle-aged woman wearing a white robe and leading a donkey by a leash.
“I am the real messiah,” she was proclaiming in a loud voice to anyone who would listen.
Most bystanders simply smiled and continued staring. However one falafel stand patron sitting outside started spewing four-letter responses to her adamant calls.
My falafel vendor shook his head, and called out to the not-so-gentleman, “Hey stop that, that’s not nice!”
Returning to loading my pita, he said to those of us inside, “He shouldn’t be talking like that to her. After all, who knows? Maybe she really is the messiah.”
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