[Prepare to be pitted for not having manly man-parts strong enough to withstand this petty annoyance, which is for your benefit anyway, you whimpering pussy who clearly can’t make his way in the world.]
I completely agree. Going on a Friday or Saturday to pick up some bulk groceries can be a nightmare of not only dodging the food-samplers, but the sound-system-equipped goo, knife and cookware hucksters… and then the crowds around each, blocking your way to the next aisle.
The number of people who come at that time just to graze all the food carts is staggering. That they are nearly all fat cows is unsurprising.
The urge to bellow “YOU! Shut the fuck up! And YOU, get your fat ass out of my way while you suck down that cheese dip!” gets overwhelming sometimes.
This might be a good place to note, for both those interested and the cadre that follows me from topic to topic to make snide remarks about old threads, that I have a solution formulated, and hope to unveil it before summer. Consider this the equivalent of hearing something about a new kind of bomb in the spring of '45.