OMG the supermarket is the WORST part of Israel!
I @#$% hate that here they think its normal and acceptable to not put price labels on heaps of stuff, and if they do happen to put a price on something, its accuracy is pretty arbitrary. they seem to have lots of really great value 'specials' where if you buy a certain number of a certain item, you get another one for free, or something to that effect. only these 'specials' are only valid on the poster or sticker on which they are advertised - neither the the checkout computer or the girl running it have heard of this thing.
If, heaven forfend, you deign to ask someone what a price is, be prepared for a lot of huffing, puffing, sarcasm and a long wait. If you should dare to suggest to the checkout girl that any item was actually a different price than what the computer states (even with the evidence of price sticker in hand), be prepared to be shouted at, stressed, and basically treated as if you parked your car sideways in the middle of the intersection of Allenby and King George in TA.
Even if everything else does by the grace of g-d go according to plan, the checkout girls are by about 50x the SLOOOOOWEST workers I have EVER seen.
My first week in Israel (now 4 years ago), I decided to make bread. I went to the supermarket, not speaking a single word of Hebrew, and tried to find flour. I walked up and down all the aisles, just looking at stuff, learning... I found something that looked a lot like a packet of flour, but I couldnt tell, and not one of the several brands or varieties had a word in English.
So I asked a nearby worker. She didnt speak English, wouldnt even try to communicate with me, just shook her head and went back to stacking milk. A few store employees later, we found someone who spoke a little English, but didnt know what flour was. I was pointing to these bags I found that look like flour, trying to work out what it was. They said it's not flour.
I explained what flour is - something to make bread.
he took me to the bread department.
No! I explained, not "bread", to "make" bread. Flour!!!
he conferred with a few other employees. took me to the oats.
took me to breakfast cereal, to juices and syrups, to wines...
after about 20 minutes of this, finally we found someone who speaks better English, who brought us back to the original stuff that was, indeed flour.
Then I needed yeast.
I took one look at the employee, said thankyou and headed for the bakery!
After that I taught myself to read, at least. and I learned never to go into supermarkets!
maybe we should start a "vent about Israel" thread