More Adventures in Supermarketeering

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.
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