Supermarket sweepBy Wade Kwon
Damn you, Publix.
I donâ€™t know what it is, but each time, I promise myself Iâ€™m going to run in, pick up one thing and get out.
This is a lie.
You are condemning me to a life of pantries filled with nonperishable sale items, and grocery bills that triple the moment I walk in, and extra plastic and paper bags.
This is truly sad.
I didnâ€™t have this problem when I shopped at the other supermarkets. I could hold my trips to almost once a month. No need to stock up more often than that. Go in with my list, hit the right aisles and be done in an hour.
Since you came to my neighborhood, youâ€™ve called to me at all hours. I am a weak, weak man.
I naively thought I would be better off. With such a friendly, well-stocked new store so close, I could come and go as needed. No worries about long commutes or running out of staples.
Instead, itâ€™s a nightmare of food plundering and supermarket stalking.
I trusted you. Now, my once robust life has degenerated in to an orgy of eating and consumption. I no longer care if I saved $5.44 on my purchases; I just need my fix, man.
Damn you. Damn you to grocery hell.