There are dog people (like me) and there are cat people. There are liberals and there are conservatives. There are Wal-Mart people and there are Target people. At least before the current economic times. We all live in a Wal-Mart economy now. Everyone is pinching pennies and cutting costs. The snubs that would not be caught dead at Wal-Mart are now die hard patrons, parking their SUVs and Sedans alongside the regular shopper’s station wagon and rickety old pickup trucks. Sign of the times.
I have always been a Wal-Mart person. It just makes sense to go to one store where you can get everything you need. Almost everything you need. I ignore all those nay-sayers who see Wal-Mart as one big evil empire. They’re cheap, period.
Other grocery chains are also going the Wal-Mart way – pushing value. And if that fails, kill the shoppers with customer service. Lemme explain:
I live really close to a Food Lion which is very convenient for me because from time to time, I leave something on the stove while I make a mad dash for an ingredient. Food Lion is old school…a notch above Piggly Wiggly, which makes them country. Country cool, like the Dixie Chicks. Although their selection is limited, it’s affordable. Wal-Mart affordable. And once in a while you can find some real treats like the steakhouse rolls I found last week…you know…those tasty wheat rolls they serve with dinner in Outback Steakhouse or Chili’s.
When I first moved to the south, the overall hospitality of the people never ceased to annoy amaze me. The Food Lion staff especially irked me. Coming through the doors, you can be sure you will be greeted with, “welcome to your neighborhood Food Lion!” And when you get to the cashier, you can be sure there is a, “did you find everything okay?” waiting for you. While making your way down the aisles you are likely to bump into a manager/assistant manager/stockperson who will undoubtedly ask if you need anything. Sometimes the mean Midwesterner in me is tempted to make up something like telling the staff that I saw a huge cockroach in the vegetable stand…just to see to what extent they would actually do something about it.
I know…I’m spoilt. In fact, I expect it the attention now. So yeah, when I get made fun off by those Publix-loving, Kroger-going, Target-liking co-workers of mine, I just smile and think of all those nice cashiers who call me, “honey,” or “sweetie,” or “sugar.”
Food Lion makes driving seven miles Wal-Mart so inconvenient. Guilt-ridden. And rude.
(Why oh why am i blogging about grocery stores??? I need my blog-mojo back!)