Near work and very near home exists a grocery store. This store is part of a very well know chain in the New England area, but this store is, how you say, low rent. Example: There is a prominent sign above the hot food bar that tells patrons that they cannot use their food stamps to buy food from the hot bar. I don't want this to sound elitist that I mention this, but seriously?! That food is crazy marked up. Use the stamps to buy food that is not over priced and significantly better for you. That and I just don't see how fried plantains that have been sitting under a heat lamp for five plus hours are appetizing.
This post doesn't have much of a point, but just a general feeling of "whaaaaat?" that I experienced this past weekend.
I'll start with the sign that was next to the Stop Diabetes table. It read: "Famous Diabetes People" where People was a complete afterthought. Now, perhaps I'm a stickler about such things, but I believe the term they were looking for was "Diabetics." Further more, if you're trying to stop people from developing diabetes, shouldn't you know the proper terms? Also, not to malign those people with type I Diabetes, but that's an autoimmune disease. You can't prevent that, at least not yet. I would try to focus more on type II DM. These people were all about Mary Tyler Moore, who has type I. I enjoy MTM, but let's face it, she's not really well known by the younger crowd. They should have picked that Jonas brother with type I (I hang my head in shame for knowing that).
After standing and judging the fake doctors in white coats discussing 1970's television stars, I moved through the produce section only to be met with a flood from the seafood case. I can't express the grossness of this. The flood puddle was too wide to jump and I was not about to walk through it and be stuck with the scent of fish juice on my new Converse sneakers. I gave my cart an extra good push and jumped on the back for a ride, thus fording the river of disgustingness. I safely bailed before I hit the bacon case and my Chucks were unsullied.
Cart surfing was exciting (BTW Who are these people that call carts "buggies"? Are you 90? Do you bring your food home and put it in the icebox?), but then my trip took a turn for the infuriating. I kid you not, in nearly every aisle there was a shopper using one of those motorized shopping carts. I get it, you need it, but do you have to take up the whole aisle???? I just want some milk and Golden Grahams (mmmm, Golden Grahams). At one point, two motocarts were at either end of the aisle. For a moment I thought they would joust! Sadly, they did not, but they did succeed in knocking over an Adobo display. I was sure that there would be some flavorless chicken dishes later that evening.
I made it to the checkout counter after an exceedingly long time. Thankfully, the check out procedure was relatively painless. I purchased my items and went home. Next time, I think I'll be hitting up the other grocery store. I don't need this kind of excitement when I'm trying to decide between smoked gouda or extra sharp cheddar.
This post doesn't have much of a point, but just a general feeling of "whaaaaat?" that I experienced this past weekend.
I'll start with the sign that was next to the Stop Diabetes table. It read: "Famous Diabetes People" where People was a complete afterthought. Now, perhaps I'm a stickler about such things, but I believe the term they were looking for was "Diabetics." Further more, if you're trying to stop people from developing diabetes, shouldn't you know the proper terms? Also, not to malign those people with type I Diabetes, but that's an autoimmune disease. You can't prevent that, at least not yet. I would try to focus more on type II DM. These people were all about Mary Tyler Moore, who has type I. I enjoy MTM, but let's face it, she's not really well known by the younger crowd. They should have picked that Jonas brother with type I (I hang my head in shame for knowing that).
After standing and judging the fake doctors in white coats discussing 1970's television stars, I moved through the produce section only to be met with a flood from the seafood case. I can't express the grossness of this. The flood puddle was too wide to jump and I was not about to walk through it and be stuck with the scent of fish juice on my new Converse sneakers. I gave my cart an extra good push and jumped on the back for a ride, thus fording the river of disgustingness. I safely bailed before I hit the bacon case and my Chucks were unsullied.
Cart surfing was exciting (BTW Who are these people that call carts "buggies"? Are you 90? Do you bring your food home and put it in the icebox?), but then my trip took a turn for the infuriating. I kid you not, in nearly every aisle there was a shopper using one of those motorized shopping carts. I get it, you need it, but do you have to take up the whole aisle???? I just want some milk and Golden Grahams (mmmm, Golden Grahams). At one point, two motocarts were at either end of the aisle. For a moment I thought they would joust! Sadly, they did not, but they did succeed in knocking over an Adobo display. I was sure that there would be some flavorless chicken dishes later that evening.
I made it to the checkout counter after an exceedingly long time. Thankfully, the check out procedure was relatively painless. I purchased my items and went home. Next time, I think I'll be hitting up the other grocery store. I don't need this kind of excitement when I'm trying to decide between smoked gouda or extra sharp cheddar.
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