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I was just in the shuk and absentmindedly tried to pay for my produce with my Rav Kav…
Speaking of Rav Kavs (for the unaware, they’re Israel’s answer to the MetroCard used on the bus and light rail), on chol hamoed Sukkos I was taking the light rail to Geula at about eight PM (NEVER EVER DO THIS). The train was packed to the gills and my friends and I were jammed against the back wall. There was no room to breathe in the train, but people kept on trying to pile in because the next train was due in another ten minutes. When people are jammed in the doorway the doors can’t close and the train can’t move, so after a while the conductor announced over the loudspeaker in Hebew, “Will the blond girl in the black sweatshirt please stop trying to push her way onto the train- it won’t work!” Naturally the whole car starts cracking up, and a few seconds later the train moves.
Three hours later I was waiting for my bus back to sem and a bunch of girls from a different sem right near mine were shmoozing and one of them, a very nice-looking girl with a blond ponytail and black sweatshirt, starts telling her friends about how it was so funny on the train, the conductor had made an announcement over the loudspeaker at her!
And, last but not least:
When my dad was a kid, he lived in Brooklyn in a house that only had a front porch, so they’d always build their sukkah on that porch. It was canvas, and it always was a challenge to tie it down so that it wouldn’t blow too much in the wind. One year, he was sick on chol hamoed so he had to stay home from his family’s trip. He was sitting in the kitchen in his pajamas when suddenly he heard a big crash and looked out the window to see what it was- and saw a familiar-looking sukkah flying down the sidewalk. He ran out of the house to try to catch the sukkah, which had made its way down the street to the main intersection, and just managed to catch it before it flew into the main street. His neighbors never let him live down the memory of running down the street in his pajamas after the sukkah and shlepping it back home.