100 Things I Love About Living in Israel 004
When Israelis ask me why I love living here, I often share this anecdote with them. It is about going to the grocery store. It seems logical that being privileged to live in the restored nation of Israel would lead to stories about love for the people, the Sea of Galilee, future revival or Second Coming on the Mount of Olive, and, indeed, those things stir my soul. But the truth is that I can sum up how much I love living here just by explaining my trips to the grocery store!
When I go to the grocery store in America or other countries, l come home with stuff; you know, food, toilet paper, etc. But when I go to the grocery store in Israel, I come home (not only with stuff) with stories of the interesting characters I met at the supermarket or what outrageous thing happened while I was there.
The Express Line
Israelis seem to think that rules are merely suggestions. One time, in Jerusalem, I was buying groceries. The store was full, and those of us fortunate enough to have 10 items or less were in the express line. However, the fellow in front of me had at least 60 items.Because I had become more and more Israeli in my several years of living in the Holy Land, I would have had no problem telling him to get in a different line. (By the way, Israelis are direct, but not rude.) But what fun would that be?
Instead, I put on my “reporter’s hat”and just watched. Within 30 seconds, someone asked him what he was doing in the express line. “Buying groceries,” he said. “Yes, but you have more than 10 items—way more than 10 items,” came the immediate response.
“Yes, I know, but the other lines are really long.”
“Yes, friend, that is the point—you wait longer if you have a lot of groceries. The express line is specifically for those who don’t have a lot of groceries or it would cease to be the express line, now wouldn’t it?”
Okay, maybe the reply wasn’t exactly like that—it was 10 years ago!
He ignored the concerned customer and put his head down as if he had a cloak of invisibility. I continued to watch, knowing the story would get even better.
“Yeah, you can’t be here,” said another customer. And then a few more began to speak forcefully to him. Indeed, this was a great injustice! Finally, I could not resist and explained to him that he really must move to another line. Finally, in utter defeat, and with more than a bit of anger, he pushed his cart to another line.
You see, the same Israeli-ut (Israeli-ness) that enabled him to think he could bring 60 items into the express line was the Israeli-ut that enabled others to demand that he move. In many US cities, if someone were obnoxious enough to do that, others would actually allow it (probably not in New York!), not wanting to confront him. For Israelis, though, confrontation in the grocery store is second nature.