"Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquillity."

Public Transportation

There's a vast public–transportation system in Tel Aviv: taxis, busses, trains, and jitneys crisscross the ever–busy (except on Shabbat) arteries. Hacks are easily hailed, but, to a stranger's eyes, busses and jitneys collect and deposit passengers at no particular designated locations. Israelis "just know" where the bus stops by divine direction or genetic reckoning. Orderly queues are unknown and presumably unimportant.

Once aboard a jitney, a passenger's fare is efficiently passed from passenger to passenger and finally to the driver with a string of cordial b'vakashas and todas (pleases and thank yous). If change is due, the process is reversed. I liked this ritual in a city whose citizens possess a minimum of social skills.

To an American, it looks like chaos that implausibly works. However, the public is well–served.