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Of Fares and Fairness

Of Fares and Fairness

What you see is often not what you get.

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If my husband hadn't been at my side, I never would have ventured into his cab. With his metal-studded leather jacket, spiked hair and silver earring, he wasn't the type to inspire a feeling of safety and security. But my husband had no qualms and we slid into the back seat.

We were on a vacation in Netanya for several days. My parents had invited us and our two children to join them on their summer holiday. We were all staying in a school dormitory that had been converted into a serviceable, if not luxurious, resort. During the day we had taken a fun family trip. After we had bathed the kids and bedded them down, my mother offered to keep an eye on them while we went to town. We'd had a lovely evening together relishing our aloneness, and now we had to head back. It was late at night, but we managed to hail a cab with little difficulty.

"Hi," the driver said in a genuinely friendly voice. "Where to?"

We named the school-turned-vacation-resort we were staying at and he started driving. Then I glanced at the meter. It was off. I felt my adrenaline running. This is one of the nastier tricks that some Israeli cab drivers like to play. They don't turn on the meter and then charge you whatever they want when you reach your destination. But I wasn't a greenie, I'd lived here for years and I wasn't going to fall for that one.

"The meter, please," I said in even tones.

"You're from another city aren't you?" the cabbie replied.

"Yes," I answered, rather puzzled, "and I'd really like to drive with the meter."

"Trust me," he said, "it's not worth it for you."

Sure, the cynic within me said, I'm going to trust you. Why on earth would I do that? But he went on to explain. "Here in Netanya, we have a different system. There is a set price for every destination. It costs ten shekel in the city center, 15 for the outskirts, and so on. It's 35 shekel for the school you need."

The price sounded right but I'd been burnt too many times. I was still leery. "Maybe we'll just take the meter anyway," I said.

The fellow shrugged. "Listen lady," he finally said. "I'll put on the meter, but I'm not going to charge you according to it. I just want to show you how badly you'd be ripped off if you'd do it that way."

I was mollified, and finally allowed myself to sit back and breathe.

After a moment he resumed talking. "Many cabbies would have jumped at your suggestion. They live off of strangers who don't know the system here. But I wouldn't do that. There's a God in the world. He knows the system, and I know that I'm not allowed to cheat. In any case, God decided at the beginning of the year how much money I'm going to earn. I won't earn a penny more than that, so why would I be dishonest?"

I listened in thoughtful silence. What struck me was not just his firm conviction, but the fact that he lived his life based upon those principles. Sure, many of us believe that God sets the amount we are meant to earn, and no amount of funny business will earn us a penny more. But do we act upon this, or do we try to pad our expense forms, leave side income off our IRS report, or even just slip a five year old into the zoo for free, passing her off as a four year old? Do we allow God into our synagogue and kitchen and somehow leave Him behind when we have to pull out our wallet?

This man -- spikes, metal jewelry and all -- was actually living what we were supposed to believe. He certainly seemed like a strange teacher, but this was Israel, and I long ago learned that what you see is often not what you get.

We continued driving in silence. Finally, we pulled up to the driveway of the school. He switched off the meter. "Fifty-four shekel," he said triumphantly. "You would have had to pay me almost 20 shekel more if we would have done it your way."

He turned around and gave us a brilliant smile. And it glowed far brighter than the earring in his ear.

 

Published: November 18, 2006


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Visitor Comments: 9

(9) Bassi Gruen, August 28, 2008 12:40 PM

Response to Neil

Hi Neil! I just saw your comment. I've spoken to other people who visit Netanya frequently. Apparently the taxis there have a set fare system, and only use the meter if going somewhere out of the way. Since all the taxis in they city operate this way, I'm sure they have a special arrangement with the tax authorities.

(8) Neil Harris, July 23, 2008 1:59 AM

Not so fair with low fare

Bassi Gruen was pleased the taxi driver was honest because the fare was cheaper not using the meter. Did it occur that whilst this meant the fare was lower, it also increases the likelihood that not all the driver's earnings are being reported to the tax authority. We may not like paying taxers, but surely there is a duty to pay them - after all do they not fund defence, social services etc. etc. I am not so sure that abetting the theft of money from the tax authorities is any less of a sin that stealing from anoyone else?

(7) Anonymous, April 21, 2007 10:48 AM

meters

I spend part of each year in Israel, and I decided to play back with the taxi drivers. When I get into a taxi, I gently wave off using the meter, since I can "guess"timate the cost based on experience. I say,"I want you to make this money...How many shekels to such and such? " I find I get the straightest, fastest route to wherever I go because the sooner they drop me off the sooner they can move onto the next call, with my little fare as an "extra". Besides, it all balances out. Sometimes it's a little too much...but so what? Life is short. I think of it as one less cappucino later...;---)

(6) Anonymous, November 28, 2006 4:34 AM

Judging favorably is easier said than done!

What a reminder to judge each person in a favorable manner! Don't judge the book for its cover is really true in Israel. One can see it from your story on one hand and from the comment of the person that was ripped off, from the other side. In money we need to be cautious, but clothing is not the person! Thank you for a thought provoking article that was well written! Mi kiamcha yisrael!

(5) Ashley, November 21, 2006 1:45 AM

Other side of the coin

I really liked the story, however when I went to Israel, I did not speak much hebrew and pretty much trusted everyone (especially religous looking people with yamulkes etc). But I was ripped off on two occaisons. The first time was by a money changer in the old city Jerusalem - nearly a stone throw away from the western wall!!! I was quite annoyed for the rest of my trip because to me it was a lot of money. I made sure I double checked every amount when paying money and receiving change :). On my second trip to Israel on the first day I was in Israel I was again ripped off (luckily for not so much this time) and again had to double check every amount when paying money and receiving change :). An Israeli friend I know said I was unlucky however I feel a few Israelis pray on the ignorance of foreigners for a quick buck and this gives the majority a bad name.

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