Normally, my commute in to work is before the rush hour. But this morning, I had to endure the rush hour in all its glory.
The journey consisted of three to four chokepoints (at which all the traffic was in a group huddle, slowly edging forward) and the in between Formula One racing that is typical Israeli driving.
At one of the chokepoints, I noticed the lady driver in the car to my inside, smoking a cigarette. Nothing unusual about that, you would say. And you would be right. But with her other hand, she was drinking what looked like a paper cup of tea. So, left hand with a cigarette, right hand with a cup of tea, and no hands on the steering wheel – in the rush hour. Oh…
There’s something new every day.