"Big Mistake...Big, Huge"

Yesterday, while Air was still at work, I took the kids to Yerushalayim to see a real-live Arba Minim sale. Forgot the fact that it was totally lost on them since their Daddy has bought his set every Motzei Yom Kippur since forever, and they've slept throught its purchase. So they don't know the difference anyway.

We went to the land of everything Jewish, Me'ah Shearim, where I thought we'd all go through the tent together and purchase what we needed for the boys. There was only one flaw in my thinking. I wasn't allowed in because I'm a girl. I spent the first five minutes there just being outraged. I let the kids walk in there themselves, and they came out after 2 minutes. We ended up buying for them on the street. They chose their own Lulavim and Etrogim, so that was fun.

Here's where it got hairy.

We were going through some decorations tables trying to find the most outrageously gaudy cellophane we could find, when some black-hatted, curly payis wearing men started yelling. We looked over to find out what the deal was, and the Bnei Akiva type kids were yelling back. Apparently it's sorta taboo for boys and girls to sell items at the same table. And maybe for girls to sell at all in Me'ah Shearim. The girl was visibly shaken and scared. I don't know what she was scared of. Tear gas? I told her she did nothing wrong, not to worry, and she should go get herself some ice cream and she's feel better. I also told her that just because someone looks the part doesn't mean he's covered the very important Sugya of Kavod Habriyot.

The men were clearly cowards unable to control their "bidness" in the presence of a teenage salesgirl. I mean, aren't there more important things to worry about? Like the Tigers in the playoffs. OY.