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gnomiThrough one of mabfan's library contacts, I discovered (when mabfan told me that he'd borrowed it from the library) that one of my all-time favorite movies is available on DVD from Israel. I did a Google search, and I discovered an Israeli company that was selling the DVD and that ships to the US for a reasonable fee. I placed my order, and only on receiving my confirmation did I discover that I had accidentally made a typo in my zipcode (off by one digit). I noticed, though, that on their webpage there was an 888 number for customer service in the US, so I figured I'd call them and see if they could correct my zip code before sending out the DVD.
Well, I called the US number. Ring...ring. The rings did not sound like standard US rings. In fact, they sounded remarkably like the ring type I remembered from Israel. And, lo and behold, a guy answered. "'Alo?"
"Uh...'alo!"
"L'mi at mitkasheret?" (who are you calling?) he asked me.
Aha! I switched into Hebrew, much amusing/bemusingmabfan. I quickly determined that (a) I had not misdialed; (b) their office was closed and could be reached 9 AM - 5 PM Israel time (which is EST +7) to answer my question (he was the overnight answering service and could not help me) and (c) to his knowledge, the call was forwarded but would not be charged as a call to Israel.
I thanked him, wished him a good night, hung up, and sent them e-mail.
mabfan's library contacts, I discovered (when mabfan told me that he'd borrowed it from the library) that one of my all-time favorite movies is available on DVD from Israel. I did a Google search, and I discovered an Israeli company that was selling the DVD and that ships to the US for a reasonable fee. I placed my order, and only on receiving my confirmation did I discover that I had accidentally made a typo in my zipcode (off by one digit). I noticed, though, that on their webpage there was an 888 number for customer service in the US, so I figured I'd call them and see if they could correct my zip code before sending out the DVD.Well, I called the US number. Ring...ring. The rings did not sound like standard US rings. In fact, they sounded remarkably like the ring type I remembered from Israel. And, lo and behold, a guy answered. "'Alo?"
"Uh...'alo!"
"L'mi at mitkasheret?" (who are you calling?) he asked me.
Aha! I switched into Hebrew, much amusing/bemusing
mabfan. I quickly determined that (a) I had not misdialed; (b) their office was closed and could be reached 9 AM - 5 PM Israel time (which is EST +7) to answer my question (he was the overnight answering service and could not help me) and (c) to his knowledge, the call was forwarded but would not be charged as a call to Israel.I thanked him, wished him a good night, hung up, and sent them e-mail.
