Tipsy in Tel Aviv Part 2

<p>I scan the room carefully. After a few minutes go by, I notice a man rolling a joint on a table in the corner. It&rsquo;s not the entrance to &ldquo;the green room,&rdquo; but talking with him at least seems like a good place to start. I make my way toward him and broach the subject. But sadly, his English is limited.</p> <p>He signs for me to hand him my phone. I oblige. Once in his hand, he goes into my settings, adds a Hebrew keyboard to my phone and begins typing into my notepad. Once we&rsquo;ve gotten this far, things should be smooth sailing. But we&rsquo;re both drunk enough that our challenges persist. Apple Pay is a godsend in Israel &mdash; but in my drunken stupor I&rsquo;ve forgotten how to use it to pay individuals. And our differing area codes only further complicate the situation.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/thought-thinkers/tipsy-in-tel-aviv-part-2-8f69bb74bc24"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>
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