i’ve been ordering online for years now.  It started out because of my back  – the reaching down to the bottom shelves, the heavy bags – it was all too much for me until I got my hips replaced.

But I got into the habit.

And every week a guy rings my door and leaves me half of what I ordered, but usually on time.  But yesterday, as I began to tell you, was a particularly busy day.  So when the groceries hadn’t arrived well over an hour after the time, I left.  A few hours later the phone rang. “Where are you running around? I’m ringing and there’s no answer!”  Assuming this was the delivery boy, I responded, “I’m out, but my husband is home.  If he’s not answering he’s probably asleep – just leave the bags at the door.” “You’re running around, and your husband is home?  That’s not right!”  This conversation went on for a while and I realized I didn’t even know he spoke Hebrew, and here he was kidding around with me over the phone.