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Mustachio
I always liked grocery shopping at night. I deplore the evening crowds. And what makes matters worse is that grocery stores aren’t grocery stores anymore, they are warehouses. Those bigwigs in the food industry trick us. You don’t notice the deception because they tile the warehouse floors. Have you ever been in a warehouse with tiled floors? Of course not, but a warehouse is still a warehouse no matter how fancily you decorate the floors. Plus, grocery stores are small. They have burly butchers there named “Fred” or “Rico.” Grocery stores have bag boys. They have fifteen-year-olds, their first job, both jock and nerd, working side by side for minimum wage, doing a job that warehouses figured out they could make the consumer do for free. If you want definitive proof that your “grocery store” is a warehouse, look up. They may trick you into thinking they are a grocery store with their fresh fruits and vegetables, decorative end caps, and those “tiled floors,” but those ceilings are too tall. If you see high ceilings, and you aren’t in a church, library, or auditorium, by logical deduction, you must be in a warehouse. Grocery stores are personal. They are California condors, and at the same time, fossils. If you want to find a grocery store, take a stroll through small town, main street USA. You won’t find one there, but you’ll find an antique store inhabiting the shell of one. “Who the hell doesn’t have jumper cables?” I thought to myself. It’s winter and it gets cold enough here, the kind of cold where you might open up your freezer and stick your hands inside just to warm them up. Everyone needs jumper cables. And just because everyone has them isn’t an excuse to rely on the fact that everyone should have them. Did mention I deplore crowds more than I deplore warehouses with identity issues? I shop at night because I hate to wait in line; I am disgusted when I...
