Treppenwitz has a flair for story-telling, a true raconteur. Here's a nice recent post regarding his getting a cab ride from Beersheba (Beer Sheva) to Efrat (home) in his chosen homeland of Eretz Israel:

... By the time we'd passed half a dozen sleeping Arab villages and were approaching the southern outskirts of Hevron, the driver had worked himself into a state of panic about terrorists who seemed to be lurking just around every bend to turn his wife into a widow and orphan his children. 

Five or six times he reached for the same empty cigarette pack, each time tossing it back on the dashboard in disgust.   So finally, as much as I loathed the idea of being trapped in a car full of smoke, I suggested we pull into Kiryat Arba where he could buy himself a fresh pack of cigarettes, thinking that it might help calm his nerves.

Once inside Kiryat Arba he visibly relaxed and stared in amazement at the neat streets lined with stone-clad apartment buildings, parks and playgrounds. 

"All these buildings have people living in them?" he asked me in wide-eyed wonder.  When I answered in the affirmative he just shook his head and kept repeating "I didn't know... I didn't know...".  Apparently he had bought into the media version of 'the territories' where everyone lives in trailers on wind-swept hilltops.

When we'd finally parked and gotten his smokes, I suggested he take a short break from driving and just sit outside enjoying the cool night air.  I figured that not only would this spare me from the stink of smoke inside the cab, but it would also give me the opportunity to point out a nearby feature I had a hunch might be of interest to him.

I pointed at an electric gate in a chain-link fence that was less than 100 yards from where we were parked.  "You see that gate?"  I began.  "Just a minute or two beyond that gate is the Ma'arat HaMachpelah (the cave of the Patriarchs)". 

He stared at me as though I'd just told him that Abraham himself was waiting in the dark just beyond the fence.

"Are you serious? I thought the Arabs destroyed that during the Intifada!  It still exists?!"

...

Apparently forgetting all about the previous 45 minutes of white-knuckled terror, the driver sprinted around the car, reached through the window for the radio microphone, and called his dispatcher.

"Itzik... ITZIK... you hear me?"

The click of a far-away [mike] was followed by a laconic, "Shome'ah" [I hear you]

"Itzik, you'll never believe where I am.  I stopped for cigarettes in Kiryat Arba and I'm parked within a few meters of the Ma'arat HaMachpelah!"

You have to remember these are cabbies. I had a graveyard stint, for a summer, as a cabbie dispatcher, so there is an added layer of humor here.

The dispatcher's voice burst over the radio... this time full of excitement and now, apparently on the public channel:  "Hey Dudu, tchacho, Zvika, Hezi... everyone!  Yossi's calling from the Ma'arat HaMachpelah in Hevron!"

While this wasn't exactly true (since we were still technically in Kiryat Arba), the response was immediate and electric.  The radio speaker began broadcasting a competing jumble of joyful salutations from his fellow drivers in 'far-away' Beer Sheva:

"Kol Hakavod [congratulations], Yossi!"

"Zachita!" [you won!]

"Yossi, you have to say Tehilim [Psalms] for my mother at the Ma'arah [cave]... she's having an operation tomorow.  [Her name is]... Sarah Bat Shifra... Sarah Bat Shifra... you hear me... Sarah Bat Shifra!"

... read the whole post. You won't be sorry.