What you’re missing: Yup, there are interesting things here that you just might not see if you are living in The Old Country.
I glance over at the Egged bus in the lane next to me. The driver is reading the newspaper.
A public service announcement for road safety features a driver who cheerfully tells us that, during the rainy winter months, he drives 20 kph slower than the posted maximum. While I’m listening to this, a testosterone-poisoned knucklehead blasts past me at about 140 kph (in a 90 kph zone on a good day).
You get to listen to commercials for “oops” (those of you who understand how Hebrew speakers turn any initialization into an acronym will figure this out).