Please Take a Number

Jen and I had an appointment this morning and despite the office's attempts at creating and maintaining order in a chaotic society without lines, the Israelis there did their best to usurp the system. Shortly after we arrived, the conversation went something like this (all in Hebrew, of course)...

MAN (talking loudly to everyone): They have a take-a-number system here, why aren't we using it?!

WOMAN: We all know our place in line, I'm before him and she's after me.

MAN: But if they are changing the number on the wall on the nice LED-lit sign, why don't you people use it?!

ANOTHER WOMAN: We're not, and that's that!

MAN: It just doesn't make sense, this is all chaotic. What's with you people?!

YET ANOTHER WOMAN: Dude! Get off it; we all know our place in line and it's working OK, why the fuss?!

MAN: There's a numbering system, we should use it.

MAN'S DAUGHTER: Dad!

MAN: I just think we should use the numbering system they want us to use!

MAN'S DAUGHTER: Dad!

UNRELATED WOMAN: I know I'm after them (pointing to us) and I'm fine not having a number; I don't need a number.

NURSE: We have a numbering system.

MAN: See! They want us to use the numbering system.

MAN'S DAUGHTER: Dad! Just shut up!

MAN: Mumble, mumble, mumble.