More comntemplations? When where there any? Right here, many moons ago. I seem to ponder in the grocery queue, so maybe this will become a regular thing. Or maybe not.
There’s a line in A Christmas Story that goes like this:
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
You don’t here things like this so much anymore. At least I don’t. In the 40’s and 50’s people were devoted to their favorite brand of whatever. You can keep your Hershey’s syrup, Mac. The Winchesters are an Ovaltine family. Or Heya Chick-a-dee, what are you doing with that Lux detergent? Only Borax is fit for our clothes washing machine device. People aren’t like this anymore. At least not that I notice. I mention this because I’ve discovered that I am a 100% Safeway man. Safeway is my grocer of choice. The people are friendly, I know where everything is, they have buy one, get one free sales all the time, what’s not to love? I didn’t really know I was such a Safeway entusiast until my last trip into Albertsons the other day.
To the untrained eye, Albertsons may appear to be the superior supermarket. They have those cool self-checkout registers and every standard checkout is equipped with it’s own TV! Sounds pretty sweet, right? Wrong! Do you know why they have to have cool self-checkout registers and TV’s on all the others? Because they have the slowest checkers in all the land. It’s not just that they don’t open enough registers, because they don’t, but all the checkers move at the speed of an elderly British couple on a stroll through the park on holiday. Plus the joint smells like fish all the time. Not just near the fish department, but everywhere. How does this happen? You know what Safeway smells like? Fresh baked bread. And at Safeway, the workers will drop whatever they’re doing and help you find the pimento loaf if you ask them. Just the other day I saw a hardworking Safeway employee help a woman find what she was looking for all while carrying a giant box of pineapples. Pineapples! Just incredible. Everyone knows that everyone who works at Albertsons is an ex-con or a reject from a different grocery store. Its obvious. Ok, maybe that isn’t true, but Albertsons really needs to reconsider its business model.
On a semi-related note, do you ever notice the odd combinations of things people buy at the express lane? The other day the lady behind he was buying butter, batteries, and vodka. Other times I’ve seen Cool Whip, Ritz crackers, and a head of lettuce. Or ice cream, a can of olives, an extension cord, a box of Oreos, and a Cosmo. Next time you’re in the express lane and the lines moving slower than you would like, instead of ogling the fashion mags, take a look at what others are buying. It helps to pass the time.