We decided to change phones today. So on an impulse we raced to the apple store near us, and began to bargain.  “How much for our old phones?”  Osama, perfectly dressed and beautiful, sensed immediately that we were not of the class he was used to serving, and even though I was partly kidding, he didn’t crack a smile.  “What if we buy three phones?”  No smile.  In New York I got smiles from the Apple people, sometimes supercilious, but still smiles.  Here nothing.  “KSP gives more on the trade-in.” “So go there.” 

  We did.

Now I am sure that if Ezi had been coddled just a bit, he would have been happy to buy them, right then and there.  But not from Osama with his superior mien.  

We now have 2 new phones, bought from a sloppy. unshaven guy named Dror in KSP and I am wondering whatever made us go out this morning.