Well, it happened. I have found joy in the strangest place: A Walmart Super Center.
I know how it sounds. And trust me, I know it is pathetic. But since moving to the Medford area, I have searched for a place for decent prices on groceries that still bag the groceries for me.
It is probably selfish of me and elitist for me not to bag my own groceries. But I have to put them in the cart, unload them to the conveyor belt, load them into my car and have to unload them that home. This makes me feel like it is OK to expect the grocery store to bag my groceries.
OK, maybe I should stop whining before someone offers me cheese.
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