But lo and behold – the zoo was a delight. Well-kept, clean, orderly, well planned. To make it short, it’s top-notch. The only thing that bothered me were the Israeli monkeys. When I reprimanded one of the Israeli monkeys for feeding the real monkeys Bamba, they bit me.
“Where does it say I can’t feed them?” she gazed at me over her fake Dolce and Gabbana shades bought in Shuk HaCarmel for 25 shekels, tops.
“Ummm… just about every 2 meters on the fence in front of you,” I answered back, as I glanced at the reflection of my bald head that showed up quite clearly in her huge, fake shades, bigger than bus windows.
She glanced at me, gave her baby monkey some Bamba, who proceeded to throw it at the real monkeys.
I’m pretty sure that when I passed behind her, I heard a grunt.
Anyway, the zoo was nice. As we headed home, we began admiring Motzkin. “It’s not too shabby. Way cleaner than Bat Yam,” the missus said. I nodded in agreement.
And then we saw this sign, put up by the city council. We saw it in various parks around the town.
I stepped on it again
Warning to dog owners!
730 shekels fine!
Isn’t it a shame?
I beg to differ. True, it’s not as harsh as in an English-speaking country. But still… where’s the finesse?
I’ll tell you: Finesse is “out” in Motzkin. Passé.
An endangered feces.