It's Independence Day tonight (actually tonight and tomorrow) and even though bwo is living it up with my mom in H-Town, I have been encouraged to continue the tradition and open the house to all and sundry. So I was at the supermarket this morning (third time in three days, Come home already woman!) buying potatoes because Azizza used up the whole bag I bought two days back in a soup (or possibly took them home to new Brighton). I got to the cashier just as she opened: Quite cute and with a nice smile. She asked me if I was a "member of the club". Every supermarket in Israel has a "club" and you need to join each to get their special discounts. "No", I said, "I am not a joiner of clubs". "I can see that", she answered and smiled ("ro-im" in Hebrew).
All the way back to the office I puzzled. How can she see that? What makes it so obvious that I'm not a joiner? And what do joiners look like? When I asked the squints no one had a good answer. Supermarket cashiers clearly have superior vision.
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Is it getting sunny and warm there? If so, here's my theory. Joiners are not contrarians. Only contrarians (and a few movie-producer-wannabe's) wear all black in a place that gets as hot as Israel. Ergo, you're not a joiner.
Arnie isn't either!!He is just a grump, not a contrarian, but definitely not a joiner.
I've always appreciated the spontaneous use of "Ergo", Unknown. It is not hot enough yet for blackpetero to stand out based on inappropriate dress. And I prefer "dedicated" to contrarian. One must stick by their color.
If she could see that you are not a joiner, then why did she ask if you are a member?
Is this the 5 minute argument or do I get the full half hour?
told you already
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