You know you're in Israel when
Heehee. I forgot where I found these, I copied them to a draft here and then forgot to mark the page.
You Know You're in Israel When ...
-You cross the street and a car purposely speeds up and honks only when you have gotten to the sidewalk safely
-When a cab will not take you where you want to go simply because he is not going that way.
-When every woman is wearing a high skirt, high black boots, and has dyed red hair. . . at the beach.
-When a cab driver is driving a car nicer than our parents drive
-When an employee yells at you for asking them for help. How fired would they be at home? SO FIRED!
-When everybody in the restaurant you are eating at has a "pele phone" but had to take the bus to get there.
-When an old lady will physically harm you to get on the bus and you find yourself actually fighting back.
-When there are TV's and VCR's on the buses, but no bathrooms.
-When any time you go to the bank or the post office they are closed..
-When you have to organize your day around going to the bank or the post office.
-When an Israeli describes a popular place as being "famous".
-When you get a call from an Israeli and they say in an Israeli accent "You know who is it?"
-When an experienced tour guide gets you lost in the middle of nowhere in the Golan Heights or in the desert.
-When you are at a bus stop and the bus driver deliberately drives off without you.
-When you have to figure out how to flush the toilet.
-When your bowel movements are anything but regular.
-When you have to hunt down your waitress to get your bill.
-When you look like crap and then an Israeli still insists that you are beautiful.
-When you have to scream at the driver to stop long enough for everyone to get off the bus.
-When people eat at 11:30 p.m., come home at 5 a.m., and go to work at 7 a.m.
-When the "hafsaka" in the movie is in the middle of the main scene.
-When you go to someone's house and they feed you till your pants split.
-When you find twenty relatives you never knew you had.
-When nothing is a "problem", but everything is a big "balagan". (balagan = mess)
You Know You're in Israel When ...
-You cross the street and a car purposely speeds up and honks only when you have gotten to the sidewalk safely
-When a cab will not take you where you want to go simply because he is not going that way.
-When every woman is wearing a high skirt, high black boots, and has dyed red hair. . . at the beach.
-When a cab driver is driving a car nicer than our parents drive
-When an employee yells at you for asking them for help. How fired would they be at home? SO FIRED!
-When everybody in the restaurant you are eating at has a "pele phone" but had to take the bus to get there.
-When an old lady will physically harm you to get on the bus and you find yourself actually fighting back.
-When there are TV's and VCR's on the buses, but no bathrooms.
-When any time you go to the bank or the post office they are closed..
-When you have to organize your day around going to the bank or the post office.
-When an Israeli describes a popular place as being "famous".
-When you get a call from an Israeli and they say in an Israeli accent "You know who is it?"
-When an experienced tour guide gets you lost in the middle of nowhere in the Golan Heights or in the desert.
-When you are at a bus stop and the bus driver deliberately drives off without you.
-When you have to figure out how to flush the toilet.
-When your bowel movements are anything but regular.
-When you have to hunt down your waitress to get your bill.
-When you look like crap and then an Israeli still insists that you are beautiful.
-When you have to scream at the driver to stop long enough for everyone to get off the bus.
-When people eat at 11:30 p.m., come home at 5 a.m., and go to work at 7 a.m.
-When the "hafsaka" in the movie is in the middle of the main scene.
-When you go to someone's house and they feed you till your pants split.
-When you find twenty relatives you never knew you had.
-When nothing is a "problem", but everything is a big "balagan". (balagan = mess)
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