1. It's a faux Trader Joe's. No one can duplicate Trader Joe's. No one.
2. You have to bag your own groceries. And that takes me hours due to the testy "Please place your item in the bag" computer lady.
3. I always come home with smashed hamburger buns.
4. The store employees bug. "Would you like a magnet?" "No thanks," I say. "My fridge has wood paneling." Then the man tells me, "I'll give you two, just in case you get a new fridge."
That's all for now.
P.S. Fresh and Sleezy does play some good music, though. I think Olivia Newton-John's "Let's Get Physical" was playing, and I did shake my junk and sing all the way down the cereal isle. Why would a religious gal like me enjoy dancing to such a scandalous song? Maybe I am a perve after all.