It was so Israeli when some lady was getting her hair dyed outside the barber shop. They were just chilling on the street corner. She was smoking, there was a dog near her feet, and he was dyeing her hair.
I was at the grocery store picking my line, and I thought I had picked a good one. Someone else must have thought so too because he got in line behind me. As the wait went on though, we realized that there were a line of carts in the row next to us with no people. That is a relatively common thing here, but after about five minutes of waiting, the carts were still abandoned. He and I had looked at each other a few times throughout the wait. With a final look and a smile I jumped ship and joined the line next to us, ahead of the abandoned carts. It was so Israeli when he said he would stick up for me if the MIA shoppers came back. I had a partner in crime, and life was good.
My line progressed, and it was finally my turn. The woman began ringing my things up before the person in front of me had finished bagging his groceries. I am a pretty proficient bagger, but it's not just about the rate of bagging. Placement is also important. I had left a box of cereal (Kariot, literally pillows, but actually just amazing goodness) for then end. When I looked up again though, it was gone. It was so Israeli when the cashier told me it wasn't her problem that he took my cereal and that I had to pay for it anyways. Needless to say the manager came over to mediate and the person behind me (yet another partner in crime) got involved too. In the end, the cashier got reprimanded and I got my box of cereal. And a yummy box of cereal it was!
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