Milk Money

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So I’m interested in everyone’s take on the following!

I’ve got a convenience store on my corner where I’ve been going for years. It’s owned by a Lebanese family and for years I’ve seen them all every day, the dad, sons, cousins, whoever works there, and every time I walk in, they all call me cousin and we laugh, joke, talk, hang out. We know each other well.

Flash to last year, the first week of the war. I walk into the store to pick up milk. I know how my family in the North of Israel is doing with bombs raining on their head. I know that the store owner’s family in Beirut has bombs raining on their heads. I walk right up to him, with my bottle of milk and say, “I hope your family is OK and that this craziness is over quickly.” He responds, “my family is not OK thanks to your family,” and then turns away, not even ringing up my milk! Next day, huge sign in the window that says “Thousands of Lebanese Refugees. Israel’s Fault!”

Ok, fair enough. So I start walking an extra three blocks to a different convenience store. I guess I’m not wanted. (I mean, he didn’t even let me buy milk!) Yesterday, I’m out running errands, and I run into the store owner who asks me where I’ve been! I kind of mumble something about the summer, war, blah blah blah and he looks at me like I’m nuts. Says something about “history and forget about it” and “we miss seeing your smiling face.” So what do you think? is he really over it, or does he just want my milk money? :) And if he is over it, explain that, because the dude was seriously MAD at me!