Oh the stories I have about this man, Ha Aaron (literally, THE Aaron). He's a tough one, loved yelling at people, but he was really a nice guy. The whole time, he just looks at you when you talk, messes with people, then just looks at them. Last day of course, he's quite fluent in English, not only understanding absolutely everything we said on the bus (stuff we asked Marla to translate into Hebrew for him), but able to speak it quite well. I sat at the front of the bus, and one time Josh came up to say something to the bus. Aaron reaches back and pulls his leg hair, really gives him a good tug. Josh looks at me and I start cracking up and apologizing. I was apologizing for laughing at his pain, but he thought I was apologizing because I did it. Josh looks away and goes to start again, Aaron reaches back and gives another good tug. Josh looks at me and I can barely see him, I'm laughing so hard. He said something about him really not wanting me to do it again, then goes back, and Aaron did it again. It's even funnier now that I know that Aaron understood exactly what Josh was saying to me. When they clued in Josh, I couldn't stop laughing. Poor guy. Another time, a guy came up to the bus at a red light with a tzaka box, shaking at Aaron. Bad idea. Aaron opened his window and yelled at the guy, I mean really got after him. The guy finally gave up and crossed the street, but Aaron opened up the bus door and went over to the steps to keep yelling at the guy. He did all this, sat down, and had the bus rolling when the light turned green. Netha wouldn't translate what he was saying...
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