I have a love-hate relationship with Trader Joe’s. I love them because I can buy things like dark chocolate-covered edamame (yum!) and peruse their wide variety of inexpensive wine. I hate them because the stores are usually tiny and filled with hippies. Normally, I don’t really have a problem with hippies, but when I’m food shopping it’s a different story. Their attitudes are way too laid back for the crowded grocery store environment. For instance, I was slowly making my way around this fruit display. There was only one lane leading around it, and this group of three women had a cart parked right in the middle of the lane. Apparently they had just bumped into each other because they were hugging and chit-chatting, totally oblivious to the fact that they were blocking everybody’s way. I asked the first woman to please move her cart, which she did, but even as I made my way past her, she STILL had to snap her other two friends back into reality, because they were still talking, and still in my way.
Then, I made my way towards the trail mix. This young couple was, literally, cuddling, hugging, and kissing right in front of it! WHAT??!! How are you that unaware of the fact that you are in a crowded grocery store and a person with a shopping cart is standing behind you shooting death stares right at you? This went on for probably two minutes, which felt like an eternity. I considered asking them to move, but I knew my tone would have been less than friendly, so I just stood there and waited for them to move along.
To be fair, I did visit the Westfield Trader Joe’s at 5:30 on a Saturday evening. I was on my way home from work, and thought it would be quiet since people like to do fun things on Saturday night. But, apparently, visiting the specialty grocery store is a lot of people’s idea of fun. If I ever want more chocolate-covered edamame, I’ll have to try going early in the morning on a Tuesday or something. Or, maybe I’ll just stick with Whole Foods. It’s a little more corporate, but after spending time with those hippie boneheads, that’s totally fine with me. Plus, the aisles are much wider!
At the end of the day, I’m still not 100% sure if these people really are that clueless and inconsiderate, or if I’m kind of an A-hole. If anything, maybe it’s a 80-20 split. But seriously, hippies, stop making out in front of the trail mix.