Cross-cultural relativity.

Conversation between my husband and his Israeli dad:

“I’m going to the hardware store, I need to buy one of those plastic buts you put in the wall, to put a screw in – you can call it a trivet or something?”

“Eh, you ken call eet a spaghetti eef you want.”

<Laughter on our end>

“No really. Eet’s the long thing.”

“Well, the hardware store guy is called Abu Shukri, so I don’t think he’ll know ’spaghetti’ necessarily.”

“So tell him… חומוס, אבל ארוך”