Having grown up in an (observant) Jewish household, when I was in the area and saw it was Purim I sought out a Jewish bakery to buy my favorite, hamentaschen. I found Shibolim on Google(and thought of
shibbloiths) but shibolim is roughly grains or baked goods; I speak some Hebrew). When I arrived the store was empty but for one woman paying and leaving. I asked the owner--I knew it was him after he left the store to lounge outside after my question--if I needed to take a number or order at one side of the store and he looked at me blankly. I repeated my question, thinking maybe it was a language problem. Then I went to the counter line, where I was alone. A well dressed, 'frum' woman came in after me and started ordering. I protested, but another man came up with a box who I assumed was to wait on me. And he took the young woman behind me! At this point I was getting pissed. A third, older woman came in and I spoke up loudly
saying, no, it's my turn and another counter person with a box said, "there's a line", pointing behind me. At that point, bless her, the 'frum' woman pointed out I was indeed there before anyone. Then it hits me--I am in a pareve bakery in shorts, I'm a slightly (I hope) disheveled older woman who doesn't dress the same or 'appear' to have the same $$ (I live in Aventura too) who is bring dissed big-time. Bye. I walked out on the half-filled box I'd had assembled and went to Moe's--and those hamentaschen are fantastic!!
And by the way, a shibbolith is a "custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important".
Maybe I was right about the definition. read more
