Today at a random shop in Tel Aviv, a very chiloni looking guy behind the counter was so excited when my daughter bought a Popsicle, he did not let us pay for it before encouraging her to start eating it so "she is a dati girl she can a beautiful shehakol and he could answer 'Amen'". HE made me do it also before I could pay for my drink. There are times where I really, really love living here.