I was shopping at Kroger this afternoon. I bought two ribeye steaks, baking potatoes, sour cream, a few things of yogurt, onions and mushrooms. And a few other items of no consequence.
As I was checking out, the bagger girl asked me if it was ok if she put the steaks in the same bag as the sour cream and yogurt. “Of course,” I said and then immediately realized I had just experienced the first genuine cultural sensitivity in the nineteen years I had lived in Ohio.
She was actually asking me if I wanted to keep my groceries kosher.
And with that one small act, I’m beginning to change my mind about tolerance and understanding in the redneck woods I call home.
Today, Judaism. Tomorrow, Islam.