Another reader of the blog

At work, the Beglian forwards the blog URL to Israeli Girl. A little while later I walk past her desk as she is reading it.

"This is really good."

"Oh, is it?" (I struggle to hide a smug grin.) "Who wrote it?"

"Hadn't you guessed?"

"No."

"Me!"

"It's really funny. I really liked the bread one."

(Sudden, cold silence) "That's the one story that isn't mine."

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She later foolishly relates to me the following.

'I was returning home still amused by the blog, stopped by the shopping centre to pick something up. Like a typical girl, has to make a quick stop in the restrooms*. Apparently your blog was so funny I found myself still giggling while inside the stall, and you know me, I can't even laugh quietly.

So, as I was coming out of the stall, a lady with a shocked face waiting there said, "I'm never that amused by anything I see in THERE, but I don’t know if that should make me worried about me or you!"'

* Or toilet as we say more accurately in English.