What I love about Israel part 634 (or so)
While leaving work today, I got in an elevator with another employee of the University (who I know by sight, but not by name). He was pushing a cart with fresh apricots, fresh cherry tomatoes, and peanuts.
I commented about the odd mix of food and he asked me if I liked apricots. I said yes, and he offered me some. I took one, and he said take more. I took three, and he reminded me to say "Shehecheyanu" if I hadn’t eaten them yet this year. And by the way, he isn’t religious (at least in appearance).
It is just nice…
