Not sure how funny this one is, but it made me smile. I'm about to cross Ramban Street at Kikar Paris (thanks for the jelly doughnut, Chabad of Rechavia!) when I hear to girls talking English next to me:
"I think we turn here."
"No, this is Ramban."
I'm about to offer help when one turns to me: "S'licha..."
Well, at least I can pass for an Israeli physically, at least to foreigners. In English: "Yes?"
"Where's Keren Kayemet?"
"Up that way, to the left," pointing behind us.
"Whoops! OK, I'm embarrassed."
They turn around and head up. I start wondering if, in fact, they wanted Keren HaYesod, which is in front of us. Sure enough, a few seconds later, they're back.
Me: "You're sure you didn't want Keren HaYesod?"
"OK, we're lost. She said it's by a bank...King George becomes it?"
"Yep, that's Keren HaYesod. Right ahead."
They thank me and head off. Too bad I didn't have a chance to tell them the ridiculous historical reason why there are two easily-confused streets so close to each other- it may have made them (and me) feel better. (In short, the Keren HaYesod [United Israel Appeal, in charge of foreign fundraising] was jealous that the Keren Kayemet [Jewish National Fund, in charge of land buying] had a street named after it, and by the building which they share. So they cut off the end of King George and named it after them. Or so the story goes.)