Yesterday at ACE.

We're doing last-minute shopping and buying a circular fluorescent tube for the kitchen. Yahel takes the tube into his hands, makes a careless move, and the tube breaks on the floor. We, being exemplary parents, take two tubes (the broken one, and a new one) to the cashier's and intend to pay for them both. The cashier looks at me as if I'm some kind of a numbskull and tosses the broken tube into the trash. She then rings up only one tube and sends us on our way. Nice.

Dear ACE chain, I'm sorry for robbing you of 30 NIS. I hope you're insured against that.

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Poolside Tricolor. Kibbutz Horeshim, September 2006. Clickable.