You have done nothing for which to apologize. This should be required reading for everyone who shops at Trader Joes... 'Ma'am, there are no maple gingerbread cinnamon-dipped butt wipes on the ceiling. Let's keep our eyes on the prize, shall we?'
👏👏👏 I mean I'm impressed 😆 I'm more of a grocery store meanderer, often found staring thoughtfully at shelves and blocking the path of efficient folks like you, which is why this whole thing made me laugh <3
I know that TJs from when my daughter was at Western. I used to be that person. No more. I live on Whidbey. We have a community grocery store where I know all the front-end staff by name and there are no self-checkouts. Fridays and Sundays, K is working, and I'd better go through her lane, or I'll be in trouble! These days, I ride my bike whenever possible, and none of them flinch when I hand over my giant Ortileb pannier. We have a Payless the next town up, but why would I go there?
If ever I have to grocery shop on the mainland/over town/the dark side/the far side/America/off the rock, I revert to FKT mode, it's true! I have a Costco card, but I mail order, I'd never go there. I'd rather stick pins in my eyes!
Wishing you more peaceful grocery shopping experiences in a future life.
I dream of grocery store experiences like this one! But alas, I am living on the dark side over here. One day I too will have a grocery store clerk who insists I come through her lane, a place where the shopping is slow and peaceful, where the maddening sound of the self checkout robot woman is nowhere to be heard!
And the inevitable peak hour newb who also has his toddlers with him (not in the cart obviously) who is spending more time repeating “you need to focus” “there are people around” “don’t touch that” than actually shopping, and who is also blocking the direct path to the only item I’m in the store for. (Jokes aside, l commend those who navigate the battlefields of Trader Joe’s with the little ones. That would take me out for good.)
“Help, I’ve learned, is never on the way.” - no truer words!!!!!
You have done nothing for which to apologize. This should be required reading for everyone who shops at Trader Joes... 'Ma'am, there are no maple gingerbread cinnamon-dipped butt wipes on the ceiling. Let's keep our eyes on the prize, shall we?'
👏👏👏 I mean I'm impressed 😆 I'm more of a grocery store meanderer, often found staring thoughtfully at shelves and blocking the path of efficient folks like you, which is why this whole thing made me laugh <3
“.....before putting yourself in the arena like this.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
FKT through Fred Meyer, I love it!
I know that TJs from when my daughter was at Western. I used to be that person. No more. I live on Whidbey. We have a community grocery store where I know all the front-end staff by name and there are no self-checkouts. Fridays and Sundays, K is working, and I'd better go through her lane, or I'll be in trouble! These days, I ride my bike whenever possible, and none of them flinch when I hand over my giant Ortileb pannier. We have a Payless the next town up, but why would I go there?
If ever I have to grocery shop on the mainland/over town/the dark side/the far side/America/off the rock, I revert to FKT mode, it's true! I have a Costco card, but I mail order, I'd never go there. I'd rather stick pins in my eyes!
Wishing you more peaceful grocery shopping experiences in a future life.
I dream of grocery store experiences like this one! But alas, I am living on the dark side over here. One day I too will have a grocery store clerk who insists I come through her lane, a place where the shopping is slow and peaceful, where the maddening sound of the self checkout robot woman is nowhere to be heard!
Right after I replied to you, I went to the store. I put up this note when I got back:
So this just happened at the grocery store checkout.
Larry the checkout clerk: "You have twelve turkey points. You get a free twelve pound turkey."
You accumulate points as you spend money at the store.
"I don't eat turkey. Is there any way I can donate it?”
"If you go pick one out, I'll take it to Good Cheer. I'm going there tomorrow.”
Good Cheer is our local food bank.
I picked out a turkey and left it with Larry. Larry's a good guy.
And the inevitable peak hour newb who also has his toddlers with him (not in the cart obviously) who is spending more time repeating “you need to focus” “there are people around” “don’t touch that” than actually shopping, and who is also blocking the direct path to the only item I’m in the store for. (Jokes aside, l commend those who navigate the battlefields of Trader Joe’s with the little ones. That would take me out for good.)
“Help, I’ve learned, is never on the way.” - no truer words!!!!!
I saw this exact man the other day, fighting for his life trying to wrangle two toddlers in the frozen section at TJ's. Pure chaos!