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An Afternoon in Ashkelon

Posted by on September 19, 2011



My father and I went to Ashkelon today and spent a fun afternoon.

After stopping at the bank and the pharmacy, we went to a hardware store. On the screen above the front door I could see my image from the security camera. Try as I might, though, I couldn’t find the camera. Finally, I asked the shopkeeper. “It’s by the electric tea kettle,” he said. I looked over there, expecting to see a big black camera, the type with which movies are shot. I didn’t see a thing. I looked at the shelf beneath. At the shelf above. Nothing. “Maybe I shouldn’t know where it is…” I confessed my ignorance with a smile. Amused by my bewilderment, he moved from behind the counter and stretched out his hand – and suddenly I saw the thin black wire running to a tiny little black circle. The camera. Of course; today everything is so neat and compact.

Then we decided on getting sunglasses. My father got two pairs from the 10 shekel stand, and I picked out a pair from the 20 shekel stand. We both decided against a tinted pair of sunglasses. It wasn’t only the price that was great, but the fact that I found sunglasses that fit my face; so often they are simply too huge for me. Especially the latest fashion of oversized sunglasses which just swallows my face up and makes me appear to be some new type of insect.

After all the shopping it seemed that getting something to eat was in order. We went to the mall and up the escalator, avoiding the kids who were clambering d-o-w-n the escalator. Where are their parents? I wondered out loud. We reached the eatery only to discover that half of them were being fixed. We didn’t want to eat at the ones that were open, so decided to leave. Easier said than done. That mall doesn’t have an escalator down. The steps were blocked and only open to workers. That left the elevator – which had a long line waiting in front. I dug my heels in there, while my father lost his patience and decided to find an alternative way down. In the end we both reached bottom at about the same time; I used the elevator, and my father found an open staircase. Had we been too hasty judging those kids?

Finally – home. Time to feed the dogs, to prepare dinner, and to cut the tag from my new sunglasses…



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