Since I speak generally here about how awful it is to live in Israel, I thought I'd tell a nice tale. I tell them when I have them, which isn't often.
Most clerks at the market are typical Israelis, not helpful, take their time, throw the receipt at you. But recently a nice Haredi woman took a job at the local market. She doesn't have a smart phone. Doesn't make you wait. Doesn't greet you a glare or dead face. She carries herself humbly.
So today, she bagged groceries which generally is not done in Israel. You must do that. And if there are no bags, you must go find one because the clerk won't help you. One time I asked for a bag, the non-Haredi clerk shrugged her shoulders. I saw that the next three aisles didn't have bags and people were waiting behind me. I asked her again, and with an annoyed expression she reached down to a box of bags under her seat that were there the whole time.
Anyway, this proper Haredi lady bagged my groceries. And then nicely placed the receipt before me. As I gathered my stuff, she rushed to a wall of groceries behind me and grabbed a can of tuna and put it in my bag. I had bought three and it seems there was a deal if you buy four. This good hearted woman got off her seat to get me the can. Rather, than just tell me about it, she didn't speak and she went a got it herself.
Tzadekes.
You will find them here. They tend to isolate themselves from the larger society.
Now, you might find such a person in Nashville, Tennessee, a nice gentile who does such things, but in Israel to act like this: tzadekes.
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