Back in my kibbutz days, one day a new American volunteer arrived from the airport at the Egged bus stop at the entrance to the kibbutz.
He learned what little Hebrew he knew from a dictionary he had studied from on his flight to Israel.
As he was clumsily shlepping his bags off the bus, he yelled to the driver “Lo la’lechet – yaish lee ohd shnai matosim al ha’autobus!” i.e. Don’t go, I have 2 more planes (instead of mizvadot – suitcases) on the bus!
The driver just smiled and rolled his eyes.