Last Sunday we went to
Trader Joe's for a little grocery shopping. It was almost noon and it was as hopping as if it were Thanksgiving eve. As we stood in line for like
forever, I remembered
Belinda asking me what kind of grocery store TJ's was. To GG's horror I started dodging people, carts and crying children to get a few pictures.
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They carry charming seasonal plants... |
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big bundles of cut flowers... |
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caters to one's sweet-tooth...
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and one's inner child. |
I had no chance or room to get to the real food ie: meats and grains and vegetables and teas and coffees and and and but suffice it to say most are packaged as their own brands, By the time I wound my way back, most of the groceries were rung up and GG was just finishing up the packing. Note: TJ's is definitely the kind of store you bring your own bags, pack your own groceries and if you're smart, go with your girlfriend so you can meander off in search of pictures and still get home in time to watch your football team loose yet another game. Good times. Great groceries.
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