1. Your dog doesn't want to go grocery shopping with you.
I love dogs! I have one. Everyone I know has one or two. They're the San Francisco version of children. They're especially San Francisco because you can bring them into some bars. Anyway, your dog doesn't want to go grocery shopping with you, so don't bring him/her. I swear, I see a lot more dogs in grocery stores these days. I'm starting to get used to it, which is worrying. If you need me to explain to you why you shouldn't bring your dog grocery shopping, we have already given up as a society.
|Look at the dog! With his little shopping cart! That's ridiculous. (Photo stolen from Darf Blog.)|
2. Hey bitch, you're blocking the aisle with your cart while you mindlessly jabber away on your cell phone
This phenomenon, part of the broader problem of inconsiderate cell phone use, seems to be more prevalent at - HERE COMES A SHOCKER - the Marina Safeway, in my experience. Anyway, try to be at least a little mindful of the people around you? Okay? We can't see the Smuckers selection through you.
3. I am a real person with thoughts and feelings
True story: I am at the Church & Market Safeway selecting red peppers when a guy LITERALLY gets DIRECTLY in front of me and starts manhandling all the peppers. Like I was Patrick Swayze in Ghost. At first I thought he was joking and then I was just like "I'M NOT IN YOUR WAY AM I" and he looked up all startled but even this little bit of Public Shaming didn't deter him from his Rude Pepper Grasping.
So if someone is looking at some produce you want to look at too, WAIT FOR THEM TO MOVE AND THEN YOU CAN LOOK AT PRODUCE NEXT. Fuck.
4. I gather there are all kinds of different rules transgressions at Rainbow, but I practice basic hygiene and eat meat like a normal person so I never go there
If you have some juicy Rainbow breach of etiquette stories, post them in the comments, hippie.
5. The Whole Foods at Franklin and California is a vortex of misery and general dickish behavior. Don't ever go there.
6. Here's the big one: 15 ITEMS OR FEWER
You know who you are, you evil little shit. You count all boxed goods as one item or you think "Eh, 16, close enough." NOT CLOSE ENOUGH. Here's the rule: if it's all in one container, it's one item. Otherwise, it is MULTIPLE ITEMS. 12 apples in a bag? Cool bro, one item. 4 cans of Dinty Moore beef stew? FOUR ITEMS.
Needless to say, if you get in the 15-or-less line with more than 15 items, you are irredeemably evil and there is no place for you in society. Quit your job and go live under an overpass with the other sex offenders, you writhing piece of human garbage.
PROGRAMMING NOTE: As is our wont this time of year, we are off to the Old Country on Monday to Thanksgive with the extended fam. Blogging may be sporadic. In the meantime, enjoy the Thanksgiving Schedule I threw up in 2010 and which is still mostly true except I don't think we drink as much anymore. The Wife sure doesn't, what with the foetus and all! Anyway, have a nice whatever it is you do.