"Ani Rotzah Madonna. At Rotzeh Madonna?"

Boy, do I pick the strangest taxi drivers. I'm leaving the Malcha Mall after purchasing a laundry bag, hangers, and a Cosmo magazine, and I get into a cab with a younger driver. Nothing is more awkward than a young taxi driver trying to flirt with you when there is an obvious language barrier. But did this stop him? Of course not.

Avi the Awkward Taxi Driver: You speak ivrit (Hebrew)?
Shayna the Unsuspecting American Passenger: Catzat ivrit (little Hebrew).
AATD: At rotzah pizza (Do you like pizza)?
SUAP: Ani rotzah pizza. Ani rotzah Pizza Sababa l'Emek Refaim. Ani rotzah pizza v'beerah (I like pizza. I like Pizza Sababa in Emek Refaim. I like pizza and beer).
AATD: in broke English You like go to....ehhh....Pizza Sababa achshav (now)?
SUAP: giggling because this is the third taxi driver to ask me out Lo. Ani (I).....have an appointment.
AATD: At rotzah Madonna? Ani rotzeh Madonna.
SUAP: wondering when the topic of conversation changed Ani rotzah Confessions on the Dancefloor.
AATD: Ken, Madonna es sababa! (Yes, Madonna is awesome!)
pulls up to my apartment
SUAP: Esrim v'chamesh shekalim (25 shekels).
AATD: Todah. Regah (Thanks, wait).
proceeds to write down his phone number and hands it over to me
AATD: We eat pizza and....ehhh...hear Madonna.
SUAP: incrediously Ken. Ani rotzah. (Yes, I would like that).
I'm gathering up my stuff. Avi walks around the car and opens the door for me. I am honestly speechless.
AATD: Yalla bye (Good bye!)
SUAP: L'hitraot (Later!)

Ah yes, the bridge between two cultures: Madonna and pizza.