I just went on a Saturday night field trip to Wegmans the colossal supermarket which has recently shifted our comfortable shopping paradigm. It is unbelievable. I love it, I want to live there, right by the cheese.
No baby, it’s not like that, baby, I love you too Superfresh. Baby don’t go, no, no, Wegmans is just so different than you, I can never replace you Superfresh, you know you’ll always be my shorty. Please baby, don’t go.
For instance, there were 8 flavors of Cold Eeze tablets. EIGHT flavors of a zync lozenge. I didn’t know that zync came in so many different varieties. And there was an Olive Bar. It had like 2 dozen types of Olives. I hate olives, but shoot, if there’s a bar, I’m there.
I’m currently eating my third bagel. I got Onion Soy mixture from the Asain aisle. “Do they have garlic soy?” Michael mused. No, they didn’t. If they did, I would never need another spice again.
But it was awesome, I am very excited right now. About cheese and things with “gourmet” included in the name.
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We got the vile Kash N Karry replaced by the fabulous SweetBay Supermarkets, kind of an upscale Wegmans. How ever more upscale can one be than Wegman’s, you ask?
Mood lighting, themed music, roving customer counselors, and a royal purple and pea green color scheme. Just delightful. I started cheating on Publix, too.