A Comedy Routine in the Making

You might not know this if you’ve ever met me, but I hate being late. I am usually running late, and it stresses me out like crazy.

In Jerusalem, last year, I was at a Rami Levi grocery store, and in order to get the grocery cart, I needed to insert 10 shekel into the cart.

As I was finishing my shopping, I noticed that it was getting very late, and that I had to meet a plumber at the apartment in twenty minutes. I waited in the line at the kupa, as the cashier took her time, and then the person in front of me had to run and get something…I watched as these moments passed, getting more and more anxious about being late. Once I had checked out and brought all of my groceries into the car, I didn’t want to return the cart to the store and get my 10 shekel back, since I was already running late, and I didn’t have the three minutes it would take me to run the cart back, get the 10 shekel and then go back into the parking lot to get my car. There weren’t any other carts nearby that I could hook onto, so I gave up on getting my 10 shekel back and left the parking lot to go home.

Now, every time I go to the grocery store and I insert 10 shekel into the cart, a part of me has already said goodbye to that 10 shekel. So, after spending my hundreds of nis at the grocery store, I am forever pleased that I just made 10 shekel when I return my cart and retrieve my coin. Cha-ching!