On a particularly scary sherut ride:
Shir: What is wrong with the driver? Why won’t he stop yelling? He’s freaking me out!
Shiv: I don’t even think he’s taking us to the right place. I think he’s taking us to sell us as sex slaves.
Shir: probably, to some fat guy.
Shiv: what would you prefer…you were sold as a sex slave to a really really really fat guy or a really really really old guy?
Shir: so like the fatness is in proportion to the oldness?
Shiv: yeah, like the fat guy is as fat as the old guy is old.
Shir: riiiiight, ok, so I would say I would probably rather the old guy coz the fat guy will be all sweaty and gross
Shiv: yeah and the old guy would probably get so excited that he’d just die anyway
Shir: good point.
Shiv: great so that’s it. When he sells us as sex slaves we’ll choose the old guy.
