In one of my recent posts, I stated that I don't care for Whole Foods and its ilk. Maybe I'm too much of a redneck or too much of an asshole (or a little of both), but I feel uncomfortable when I walk into those stores.
Why?
- At my local grocery store, they don't treat me a like a leper when I say, "Plastic." (And before you send that angry email, I reuse my plastic bags instead of a Diaper Genie (and yes, I know I'm still going to get hate mail).)
- At my local grocery store, I don't have to take out a second mortgage to pay my grocery bill.
- At my local grocery store, I can check out the latest celebrity gossip mags while they bag my groceries. At the hoity-toity grocery stores, I'm stuck looking at wine magazines and magazines for lesbians. Ok. Maybe the pretentious grocery stores aren't all that bad.
- At my local grocery store, people consume more than just vitamins, fruit, prepared foods, and wine.
- Piggly Wiggly isn't self-righteous: their mascot is a cartoon pig dressed as a butcher!
