Sunday morning after church, Corb and I decided to be daring: we actually went to a supermarcado other than Wal-Mart.
Truth be told, although it's dirt cheap, the variety at Wally World isn't exactly stellar. After six months, we've pretty much plumbed the depths. And also, contrary to popular belief, I actually do want to listen to the hues and cries of my fellow socialists when it comes to the evil dark empire that Wal-Mart represents.
Our friend Buns had recommended a place called the Market Basket in Raynham. "It's just as cheap as Wal-Mart and has a better selection of vegetables," she told us.
So, away we went. And I have to say, when all is said and done, I'm not sure it's a better decision.
It's not that there wasn't a better selection for some things, particularly fruits and vegetables. There was, actually, and it was actually, for the most part, moderately priced. But the truth was, they were limited in other areas, and the price for what they had for some things was a lot higher.
Our typical weekly shopping ranges from $60-80 at Wally World. This bill came to $93, and there were certain essentials, such as cat food and toothpaste, that we didn't pick up, because we didn't like the selection or price. In a few cases, we actually decided to go to Wally World during the week to pick it up at a cheaper price.
That means that we paid more and traveled farther to get less. That doesn't work, for me.
Plus, the place was INSANE. It was chock full of middle aged white yuppies, all scrambling over themselves to snatch a bargain or two on a can of tuna or a package of pork rinds. Even worse, they were just as rude, if not ruder, than the people you find at Wally World.
At one point, I went to the refrigerated section to pick up my weekly selection of Lean Cuisine lunches. I was just about to open up a freezer when all a sudden, a brunette soccer mom suddenly pushed her cart in front of the freezer I wanted to open and then stood in front of the freezer next to it.
Just stood there. Looking inside, contemplating her next selection.
Patiently, I waited for a few minutes. And then, I carefully reached past the carriage to open up the freezer door I wanted.
It was a bit of a stretch. I was barely able to get past the carriage and open the door up. It took a bit to grab the item I wanted and pull it out. And then, the door slammed shut.
I needed four more. And meanwhile, there the soccer mom stood, contentedly contemplating her next purchase, and paying absolutely no attention to me whatsoever. La la la.
Well, fuck it. Firmly, I grabbed her shopping cart and gently pushed it out of the way. Walked over to the freezer and opened it up. Gave myself room to make my choices.
From out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Soccer mom glaring at me. In a huff, she grabbed her cart and moved on.
This wasn't the only example. Corb had one little old lady push him out of the way with her cart, apparently because he wasn't going fast enough. There was one family of five that walked up and down the aisles and would stop every five seconds to hold a family conference. I tell you, the streets of New York City were less congested than this place.
Also, is it me, or is going to a supermarket you don't know a totally disorienting experience? You get USED to the supermarket you go to. You know where the tomatoes are, where the bread is. Where you go to get the lunch meat. Going to a new supermarket is like being a stranger in a strange land. You don't know the customs, the ways of the world. Where the bargains are. What the routine is.
Bottom line: We're going back to the Wally next week. The crowd and the time it took to get there isn't worth the greater selection. I'm willing to pay a little more for better selection, but the other negatives made the whole experience too aggravating.
However, the spinach pie at Market Basket IS delicious.