I love Trader Joe's as much as the next guy, but jebus, it's becoming truly unpleasant to shop there. I just got back from my semi-monthly on-the-way-home-from-work trip and I couldn't wait to get my misanthropic ass home. It's so crowded you can barely get down the aisles anymore! If you stop to actually look at the shelves, you get run down by a cart or smacked in the elbow with a purse. I guess you're supposed to just grab things and keep moving.

And then there are the stinky hippie moms and their obnoxious kids. Every time I go there there's some precious little angel running up and down the aisles and screaming at the top of his lungs. Mom ignores him as she ponders the organic meatless corn dogs.

When I finally got to the checkout line, the checker seemed to be in some kind of obsessive compulsive haze, actually sorting all my groceries into categories as she ran them slowly by the scanner. Not bagging them, mind you. Just sorting them. There was a pile of frozen veggies, a nice row of cereal, and all the sodas lined up alphabetical order. I started bagging them myself because I couldn't take it any longer.

Oh, the indignity of it all.


39-3 said...

Where do ya live? I'm planning to go to the new TJ at Union Square in nyc soon. Lookin' forward to getting my groceries obsessive compulsively ordered.

Jennifer said...

I live in Los Angeles. I love your blog!

Lori said...

The parking lot stresses me out so much I hardly ever go anymore. It sucks, because I LOVE the food, but I spend the whole time driving there dreading the parking situation, and once (if!) I actually find a spot, I spend my whole shopping time worried that my car is going to get hit. This is when I miss NYC.