Saturday, August 4, 2018 8:21 AM

The man's grey ponytail flaps in the air as he jumps to reach the roll of plastic bags. I am, as usual, the tallest person in the aisle, so I step over to help. The roll is packed too tightly into the dispenser. I have to turn it a few degrees at a time to release a bag. I pull the bag down, tear it off, and hand it to him. "Thank you," he says, then sighs. "I really need four." No problem. I reach up and gradually pull more out. "Look at this," he says. "You see those dispensers over there? All empty. And the one we can't reach is stuffed full. I spoke to the manager yesterday and he said he'd fix it, but today? Nothing. Things shouldn't be like this. I ask you: We're the Jewish people. We're supposed to be a light to all the nations -- and we can't even get this right?"