After managing to avoid Whole Foods for several months, I had a craving for their Urban Oven Asiago cheese crackers and they don’t sell them at Stop & Shop. So I pulled in to the WF parking lot and was confronted, as usual, by the segregated parking lot.
The store that runs open refrigerators and freezers 24/7, imports food from China and doesn’t offer union jobs is telling me to park in the back of the lot if I don’t have a “fuel efficient vehicle.” I think my four-cylinder sedan is relatively fuel efficient. But then I get the stink-eye from a customer walking by. He’s walking to the rear of the lot to get to his car, which I guess he estimates is more “green” than mine. The pious do-gooder.
This always puts me in a foul state of mind whenever I enter this store. I bought my crackers, some Greek yogurt (on sale) and a smoothie and left. My Whole Foods experience made me feel both one-percentish and like a badass outlaw. And being in outlaw mode, I ended up running two yellow lights on the way home. I wish this song were playing on my radio at the time: