There. I said it.
I capital ‘h’ HATE THAT STORE. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. It’s just a teeming mass of humanity and processed food, that’s all. And maybe I’m an elitest. And maybe I like organic food and my own personal space. But I avoid that place like the plague and a dental exam all wrapped up into one.
Only today I had to go there to buy corn syrup disguising itself as ’soda pop’ (as these people call it) as well as a bunch of other stuff for above referenced picnic. What grocery store in a desert full of desert flies doesn’t sell citronella candles? And why do strange men think that my hair is an appropriate opening line of conversation, especially after they’ve not-so-subtly banged into my cart?
And while we’re on the subject, can I just say that commenting on the food choices of a woman you do not know while she’s unloading her groceries in the checkout line is about as tactless as commenting on another man’s penis while he’s unloading it into a urinal. Tactless. I mean really, gentlemen. I’m a woman, and even I know the eyes straight ahead rule. Mind your bidness.
Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I’ll just say that this guy seems to hate Fry’s even more than I do. I love people who say ‘fuck’ a lot in their blogs. Enjoy.
Mother Fucking Fry’s Food and Drug
2 Comments
May 6, 2009 at 7:38 am
Something about Fry’s Food/Marketplace always drives me nuts. “Teeming mass of humanity” sums it up quite well. The layout of the store makes me crazy; feel like a rat in a tin shithouse. The staff ranges from people who mean well–even if they can’t help–to people who avoid eye contact in case they might be asked (horrors!) to actually do something. Unfortunately it is the store that is closest to me, but I will go out of my way to avoid it for weeks or months and then try again, only to have an employee ask ME where the items are, or stare off into space instead of tending the self-check registers, or–my favorite–averting their head while I staggered past with an awkward purchase, kicking my sunglasses (which had dropped to the floor) ahead of me down the aisle. Always leave exhausted and feeling they should pay me for working so hard to buy my groceries. From city to city and year to year, nothing changes at Fry’s.
July 23, 2009 at 9:21 pm
What Fry’s are you shopping at?……Because I won’t shop anywhere else! ……Fry’s is without a doubt the best places in the valley to get groceries! …. Seriously the only place that compares on prices is wal-mart….and who wants to buy meat and produce from wal-mart….its disgusting!
If your a smart shopper Fry’s can’t be beat! Not even wal-mart beats Fry’s!