[I enter an elevator containing 2 fellow workers from our company in the middle of a conversation]
[He was saying] . . . of course some people [looking at me] would say it was because I was driving on Shabbat.
[I said] I didn't say anything. What happened?
[He said] I had a car accident on Friday.
[I said] Funny that, I say an accident on Friday. (And then I go on to describe the accident.)
[He said] That was my accident.
Anyway I apologised for not stopping; I'd only seen the back of his head so I hadn't recognised him. I explained that although I had seen the 2 cars collide I hadn't seen what came before, so I was useless as a witness.
I missed the deadline yesterday and S stole me from work early to visit my cousin and her family on Kibbutz Saad.
It was an uneventful drive. We brought kebab for the bar-b-que, they had chicken and sausages. I let my cousin's husband handle the fire and the cooking, I must admit he did neither the way I would. Another reason for keeping quiet.
We talked about various topics: the kibbutz's plans for expansion, schools for our sons (they also have one boy), the repugnance we have for certain types of Jewish upbringing. It wasn't a fantastic afternoon, but I at least enjoyed myself.