Whine in line!

There are many ways to tell you have no life, but being super excited to visit the newest grocery store definitely speaks for itself! 

Okay, so I was genuinely excited & as much as I pushed to go, it was a couple months later that I finally went by myself. Which in retrospect is good, because I do like to stare at produce. I don’t know why exactly, but I enjoy a leisurely stroll through the produce aisles. 

In this particular store, the produce aisles were spacious and at first glance it seemed to have everything! As soon as you walk in the door, you don’t know where to go or look first & I stood there taking it all in, deciding what to do first, of course AFTER I grabbed my favorite Starbuck’s drink. I think I spent thirty minutes in the first few aisles checking out the bakery shop, which had the biggest selection around, & they even had mini cannoli’s which isn’t easy to find in the Midwest. Fresh, warm foods lined the wall. 

They also had my favorite brand of lunchmeat, Boar’s Head, which again is hard to find in the Midwest. BUT..this is when it started to go downhill! I commented on how happy I was about the meat, to the guy at the counter and he told me to enjoy it because “management” decided to stop selling it. He didn’t agree, of course, but since no-one asked him.. Okay, so I won’t come here for lunchmeat but look at this store! 

I continued on to the produce section, excited about all of the choices, but as soon as I got up close & personal with the melons, I very quickly realized that they clearly preferred quantity over quality & I was not a fan! What good is having all this stuff if you can’t move it quickly? I picked up grapes & continued on my way..deeper into the store. Big mistake!

I hadn’t realized that half of the store was where I’d just been & the rest of the store looked like someone took a much smaller than normal grocery store & put it inside of this huge space. AND…they offered a limited selection of products, AND…only a handful of each! AND…how is that I liked & used almost every product they didn’t carry?!

Somehow, I still managed to fill the cart, annoyed knowing that I’d have to go somewhere else later in the week (unless I needed GAS – HAHA), and headed for the checkout where I planned to WHINE IN LINE about all the things I was dissatisfied with, but the cashier beat me to it! She was clearly unhappy with the large load, or maybe because she actually had to stop talking to her co-worker and earn some of that premium wage. Exhausted, just at the thought of all that work, she called over for a man to help bag.

Mind you, the cart was full, but not to the top like I usually have. The cashier asked me twice if I needed help to the car, which I declined, explaining that it was my workout for the day. Truth be told, I’m fully capable of loading my own car & as pissy as it makes me to put it in the cart, take it out of the cart, put it back in the cart, put it in the car, take it out of the car, & then put it all away, I have to prove that I am a strong, independent women! I have to prove that I am super woman..that is, as long as they fit it in one cart like I did.

The man put a few items in each bag & then lined the bottom of the cart with them. Three times he asked me if I wanted another cart & I declined because the only thing that would make this whole experience worse, would be to have to navigate two carts to the car, not to mention, and I realize that this may be an industry secret & I’m sorry for sharing, but you can actually fill the bags with more than three items & you can stack them on top of each other for the brief trip to the trunk. I stopped what I was doing to show him how to do this.

At this point, they both were clearly dissatisfied with me & I can only chalk up what happened next as their way of getting even, which I don’t understand because I didn’t even get a chance to WHINE IN LINE, as planned! I was busy putting the heavy things from underneath up to be scanned & paying & not paying much attention to the guy until my transaction was completed & my debit card was placed safely back in it’s designated spot in my purse to avoid a panic attack later, and he said “have a good day” with a smirk on his face & at least eight bags still on the counter & my cart half full. I asked the cashier, “he is joking, right?” WRONG! She pretended to have no idea what I was talking about so I grabbed the bags, threw them into my cart & stormed off & plan on NEVER going back! Shame on you Cosentino’s! 

Thumbs down!

-The Cranky Critic