Paper or plastic?

I was Whole Foods the other day getting dark chocolate covered almonds- a superfood – both the dark chocolate and the almonds combined. Here’s my bag of almonds.

Next to me was a lady getting some sort of nuts.

The way it’s set up, the items are all in bins and you take what you want in a paper bag, write down the code number and use the code number to pay when you check out. It’s charged by the pound or the ounce, or the miniscule ounce, according to the lady.

Here are the bins, you take one of the paper bags and do your thing. But this lady was struggling with one of those green plastic bags used for fruits and vegetables, which are not rigid, once you figure out how to get them open – and don’t really work well for the candy and nuts dropping from the bins.

I said to the lady, “Here are the paper bags, it’s easier to use these.”

Her reply had everyone in the vicinity who heard the conversation, stop in their tracks. She said, “The plastic bags are lighter.”

I stood there for a minute and said, “What do they save you, a tenth of a penny?” People laughed and the lady huffed off.


I know times are tough and things are expensive, but I would assume anyone shopping in Whole Foods could afford the extra tenth of a penny that might be the difference in the bag weights.

It got me thinking – are we paying for the bags when we weigh the candy and nuts? And then I slapped myself out of it, the lady almost had me thinking like her, “How could I save a tenth of a penny by avoiding all bags?”

Anyway, I just found the whole incident funny. I wasn’t trying to make fun of the lady. But she was a Karen if ever I saw one. A silent Karen because I’m the one who started talking to her, she was quiet and doing her own thing.

Oh right, she said as she huffed off, “It’s easier to eat from the plastic bags than the paper ones.”

Whatever.

Till next time . . .

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Why does Whole Foods have the rudest shoppers?


Over the weekend I went to Whole Foods. The parking garage was full as usual so I parked far away from the store. As I walked toward the store, I peeked around the columns because drivers at this particular location drive like it’s a racetrack – in the small garage.

As I walked by one column, a black car came barreling toward me. The guy made a turn from the main lane, into the parking lane. I jumped back. It reminded me of Charlie Brown at the end of the Christmas special – where he sees the little Christmas tree all decked out and he jumps back.

The car came to a screeching stop. I just stood there and looked at the guy. I put my arms out as if to say, “What was that?” As I walked out from in front of the car, the guy pulls up and I am expecting him to apologize, but he starts yelling at me. He yells, “I wasn’t even speeding!” Did I say a word? Guilty conscious, I guess.

He was speeding. Everybody does in that garage, I still haven’t figured out why.

So I yelled at the guy, “This isn’t a racetrack!” And he started screaming at me from his car again. And we started yelling back and forth for a bit and I finally walked away.

The funny part is that he seemed like a nice guy. But he was upset and so was I.

I was hoping to see him in the store so I could tease him and call him “Speed Racer.” But I never did see him. He seemed like the type you could tease, I don’t know why, I just got that feeling. His yelling I think was out of embarrassment.

This particular Whole Foods is known for its rude shoppers. Driving like maniacs, blocking aisles while screaming to someone on their phones, walking around the open food with dogs (and a pig one time), hitting you with their shopping cart. Very rude, entitled people in this particular store.

People block things with their shopping carts, and they know they are wrong, because I usually push the carts far away from them and they just look, but don’t say anything. What could they say?

The other day, a family of six blocked every aisle with their shopping cart. Ever time I turned round, there they were taking over the aisles.

I only notice this when I return from being in NY for a long time, usually I guess I have nothing to compare it with. But when I come home and visit Whole Foods for the first time, it’s glaring. I live among animals.

Just another first world experience, I guess.

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