Last night I was at Wegman's for three things: Rabbit Food, Minced Garlic, and DVD returns. I was there for at least a half hour... never had I felt so at peace with consumerism.
Everything was so perfect. Walking through the bakery, all the earthy tones took me back to a time when I couldn't tell how long a baker has been "serving the community" by looking at his/her name tag. I'm glad I can tell now, it means a lot to me to know how long they've been steadily employed, but not that much.
Everything is so neat and clean, each aisle is completely sterile and screaming with brightly colored cans, bags, and boxes of necessities. You don't have to pick the forbidden fruit from the tree of Eden, Wegman's did it for you and its $1 off if you have your shopper's club card. On top of that, they offer it in three dozen flavors! What a country!
All of a sudden I can understand how people could be at peace with all of this, it really is the closest a giant warehouse with shelves of food will come to being art. Usually when I walk into a Wegman's my senses are on full alert as if I'm walking into the house of a person that I hate but my friend likes him and he's loaded and generous so it makes it easier to tolerate. I'm always watching the cameras hanging from the ceiling, the microphones picking up shopper chatter... and the possibility of plain-clothed security guards that caused me to sneer at a menopausal woman just wondering if I could direct her to the soy sauce.
This time the occipital lobe was pulsing, taking in everything in all its American glory. Mmmm, garlic... So many choices, wasn't this cheaper just a few months ago. Aww shucks, who cares? Everyone working here wants to help me get everything I want with a bright smile.
Walking through the cheese section, John Fogerty's voice leaked out of the speakers asking me if I have ever seen the rain.
Usually, but not today.
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