Challah
A friend and I got a kick today out of briefly revelling in some self-righteousness by talking about obnoxious things other people do like idling a car for 20 minutes rather than risk the interior of the car getting a little chilly. Just thought I'd continue it here...
So I was at the bakery getting some Kosher for Passover cakes to bring to the community seder we'll be attending the second night. A very large man came in and asked if there were any challahs. The woman behind the counter said that everything was just Kosher for Passover (so, no). But in fact, there was a plastic tray filled with packaged challahs on the floor. I pointed it out to her and she said I should tell the man, which I did. He instantly began insulting her for making the mistake. "You speak Chinese or something?" I thought maybe he was joking with her, but she carefully ignored him. I had been about to actually hand him the challahs too. This would not have been easy as squatting down while holding a baby in a pouch is not so easy.
I wish I'd said, "What do you need those challahs for?"
When he responded that they were for Shabbat I could have then followed up with,
"Do you really think it's right to sanctify your Shabbat table with challahs obtained in such a rude way?"
I want to write more. Baby is crying...
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