It was a shock for me to visit the supermarket today – on a Friday yet, when everyone is preparing for the sabbath.

I buy groceries online almost exclusively, ever since my back started going out.  In my younger days I would spend one morning a week at the shuk hacarmel,  but the publish-or-perish world took over and I shortened my shopping time by going to the local supermarket.  But that too passed.   

As the child of refugees it is terribly important for me to have a fully stocked pantry.  Ezi, on the other hand, believes that I should buy what we need for the day, so that everything is fresh.  It’s a nice thought, but I’m not capable of thinking that way, and although I shopped today for the week, I am already planning a list for next thursday. 

Now everyone know you should never shop on Friday.  But I had readings and lectures this week and had no time to really get it together, even online, and I cannot live without kale.  And my grocer doesn’t carry kale.  So we went to the supermarket.

Wow, all the shoppers were either men or frantic old ladies like me!  Most of the men were making quick calls to their wives for advice, but there were some who were absolute masters – especially of the automatic checkout counter.  Ezi, however, was determined to do the checkout on the app he had downloaded. 

And it didn’t work.