Friday, December 05, 2008

TJ I love you!

If Trader Joe's was a man, I would marry it. If it was a woman, I would marry it in Connecticut or Massachusetts. The quality and value are just that good.

Of course, every time I shop at the one at Union Square, I want to run screaming, pulling my hair out in bloody clumps. I was in the 12 items line today, with twelve items, when some crazy old lady peered into my mini-cart and asked me if I had too many items. To which I replied, "Mind your own beeswax, you nosy bitch."

But only in my head.

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