Park, when they get mugged and tied to a tree.
They call for help for a while, but nobody answers; the American starts complaining about police incompetence, and hopefully they'll soon be found, and isn't it getting chilly, and what did the muggers look like again, and my, this rope is cutting into his flesh, and he's certain to give the police a chewing-out at the station because he doesn't pay his taxes for nothing you know, and other gripes.
The Israëli, all this time, says nothing.
After a solid hour of griping out loud, the American asks the Israëli: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
The Israëli answers: "How can I talk with my hands behind my back?" |
