In the check-out line at my local Market Basket. My bagger today isn’t Jesus, but instead a woman. Let’s call her Sally. Sally (eyeing my purchase of Diego Swimmy Diapers): How old’s your little one? Me: He’s two. Sally (who looks no older than 25): Ah. Mine are 6, 10 and 12. Me: [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Market Basket’
Where Do They Find These People?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged consumerism, food, Market Basket, shopping on May 20, 2010 | 1 Comment »
But, if Edward Cullen stopped by I’d be ready.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cooking, food, Market Basket, marriage, shopping on March 18, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Sometime in the beginning of January, I bought a little bit of garlic. A medium-sized plastic tin full of pre-peeled cloves. Very practical, I thought to myself as I loaded them into that week’s grocery cart. Well done. And, for just $1.44? A steal, no doubt. Yay, me. Ever the thrifty one, yup, [...]
Dear So and So…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, Big Brother, home, Little Brother, Market Basket, marriage, Olympics, television, Yo Gabba Gabba on February 17, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Dear Market Basket Store Manager, I want to keep coming back, really I do. Your prices are far better than my local stores and even somewhat better than your chain competitors. It’s worth it financially for me. But, man oh man. It’s a rough trip. And, I’m all for exposing my children to the filth [...]
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