This post has nothing to do with my work life- but still I wanted to write this story.
I ignored my better judgement and stopped at the ethnic supermarket to pick up the ingredients for the holiday meal.
It was crazy crowded, The lines were ridiculous. The parking lot, woefully inadequate on a typical week day, was an exercise in collision avoidance greater than any video game I ever played.
I tried to load my car without getting run over or causing damage to another vehicles.
"So easy to buy the food, so difficult to get home," the woman next to me said with a heavy European accent.
And the elderly woman next to her replied, Baruch Hashem, Thank Godl
We have food, and we can celebrate any holiday we choose.
And she was right of course. For such blessings we should:
Thank God
and maybe Thomas Jefferson
(so maybe this post is just a tiny bit about school)
I ignored my better judgement and stopped at the ethnic supermarket to pick up the ingredients for the holiday meal.
It was crazy crowded, The lines were ridiculous. The parking lot, woefully inadequate on a typical week day, was an exercise in collision avoidance greater than any video game I ever played.
I tried to load my car without getting run over or causing damage to another vehicles.
"So easy to buy the food, so difficult to get home," the woman next to me said with a heavy European accent.
And the elderly woman next to her replied, Baruch Hashem, Thank Godl
We have food, and we can celebrate any holiday we choose.
And she was right of course. For such blessings we should:
Thank God
and maybe Thomas Jefferson
(so maybe this post is just a tiny bit about school)
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