Question: How many of my children have I spoken with today?
Answer: Two daughters, two sons-in-law, one son.
Question: Where did they call from?
Answer: Trieste, Modi’in, Modi’in, Modi’n, Stockholm

Non-sequitur to follow (my husband likes to be warned and so maybe you prefer that too)

So in an attempt to fix up some of the less attractive aspects of my house while my husband is away in Beijing, I have been scouting out those pieces of molding that go around corners to mask the dents and gashes in a few corners in the house. So I walked into a hardware store down the block from me. There were two men behind the counter and they both appeared to be busy dealing with the one customer they had at the time. I continued into the store and looked around to see if I could find what I needed. When I realized I couldn’t find it, I went back to the counter where the two men were still busy with the first and only customer. I waited patiently. After a while, in walked a man. One of the people behind the counter asked him what he wanted. He said that he wanted some keys made and he handed the keys to one of the men behind the desk who began making them. I stood there- dumbfounded. What? Am I invisible?

So I turned to the man who had just walked in and I asked him if he could see me. He said “yes,” but he looked perplexed. Then I asked him if he was sure he could see me. All this time I was moving in front of him and to the side to see if the people behind the desk noticed that I was there. They didn’t. He said, yes, he was sure he could see me. I told him I wasn’t sure I was visible because the people behind the counter couldn’t see me. I knew that because they didn’t acknowledge me. He said, “They will.” I said, “Oh, no, they won’t” and left.

I don’t know why, but that felt good. I am, by no means a feminist, but I am a person who thinks that all people regardless of gender or color or perceived social value deserve some respect.

At least I left with a smile on my face.

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  1. And you didn’t get ripped off either. We refuse to go in there…