I hate Stop & Shop, part whatever
Why is it that all of the assholes of the world go to the Stop & Shop near us?
Christine the Curmudgeon and the Mister went there for two reasons. First, I wanted to buy either veal or lamb shanks for an osso buco recipe. We had gone to the Market Basket next to the CVS Minute Clinic where we got our Hamthrax and my seasonal flu shots today. Not a shank in sight, except for beef. We still have leftover beef stew, I wanted something different.
We were gonna go to this Stop & Shop anyway, because Mr. C had in his possession a coupon for a free dozen eggs from there. However, when we got there, I asked him to produce the coupon to see if there was any specification on the eggs, as in size. Sure enough, it said WHITE eggs. White eggs, believe it or not, can be a bit hard to find in the New England area. There used to be a commercial jingle years ago that went, “brown eggs are local eggs, and local eggs are fresh!” The only time we ever see large amounts of white eggs in the stores around her is around Easter time, when they bring them in for egg coloring needs. I’ve never tried to color a brown egg, but I bet it would look rather fugly if I did.
Stores do carry white eggs here, but about 90% of the eggs on the store shelves are brown. So WHY give away coupons for free white eggs, when they know damned well that there won’t be enough for all of the people they gave these coupons to? I’ll tell you why…because they don’t WANT to give anything away, they WANT to get you into the store and buy stuff. Sure, people could just leave upon not seeing any white eggs and shop elsewhere. But you have to deal with so much assholery in that store on the way to where the eggs are, you are tired and frustrated and you just want to do the rest of your shopping, pay, and get the hell out of that cesspool ASAP. They make it so that you don’t feel like getting back into your car and driving to Shaw’s. Sometimes I wonder if the idiot customers there who block the aisles and annoy me are actually paid employees, designed to make me too tired and frustrated to go elsewhere, after being cheated out of free eggs.
So I go to the Meat Counter From Hell to look for dead animal shankage. You’d think that this meat counter had a bunch of laptops, all lined up there, given the number of bimbo teenagers congregating there, you’d think they were busy checking their MySpace and Facebook, not shopping for actual meat. There was this one skanky looking teen mother there, who was looking at a very expensive beef roast. But the rest of them weren’t buying anything, they were just standing there, blocking my way, yapping with each other, and using their cell phones.
I finally found veal and lamb shanks. The lamb shanks were half the price of the veal, so that won. Finally, I had everything I needed, it was time to pay and get the hell out of Dodge.
But I had to see one more thing that pissed me off. Remember teen mom, who was looking at a $12.99 a pound beef roast? I saw her buying it, and paying with a food stamp card. I could tell it was a food stamp card, and not a regular credit or debit card, because she was trying to buy cigarettes, too, and the cashier made her whip out cash for those.
Sheesh. I have no problem with people needing to be on food stamps. But jeez, they should not be allowed to buy luxury foods, this roast probably cost almost half her allotment for the month! And then these are the people who whine when they have no more food stamps, and there’s most of the month left! No sympathy from me!
And I bet the stupid chick will not know how to cook this roast the way it deserves to be, she’ll burn it and it’ll mostly end up in the garbage. Our tax dollars at work!
