One stop on the list of places I will never go again is Aldi's grocery store. I'd never been there before and circled Mall Drive trying to find the entrance. I noticed several retirees in the parking lot, many I knew from church to be well into their eighties and was surprised some of them were still driving. After nearly getting side swiped in the parking lot, I was going to be a Good Samaritan by returning a cart for an elderly fellow. He yanked the cart to one side and demanded a quarter from me. Bewildered, I fished around in my pockets until I quickly realized customers have to pay a quarter to use the cart. The quarter will be refunded when you return the cart. How very European of Aldi's! Once I got inside, I've never seen blue-hairs move as quickly as they did through the spare asiles, snatching and grabbing out of the boxes (there were no shelves) as if anyone wanted that off brand stuff. They did not have the item I needed but I picked up a gallon of milk and had to wait by the cooler door while a lady perused each and every expiration date. Once I got to the checkout, there a was long, long line. The checker was seated on a barstool and I noticed bags for sale if you wanted your items sacked. Once, again, how very European of Aldis. (The whole Euro thing had lost its appeal to me by now.) After nearly getting run over in the oddly laid out parking lot, I finally escaped with my life and the one extra dollar I saved by shopping there - oh, and also my cart quarter because I did return my cart and put the key in that refunded my quarter. The place reminded me of one of those all you can eat restaurants where people will elbow you out of the way to get at food they could have gotten out of a Hungry Man box and made in their microwaves at home. I'll gladly pay a few extra dollars to stop by Foodland from now on.
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