So, I had the day off today. Which meant: Vintage shopping with Ash, my Aldi adventure, copious amounts of laundry and Desperate Housewives.
Aldi is cool. I had driven by it before but had never ventured inside, so naturally, I googled it. It’s an eco-friendly store that cuts prices in creative ways (only open select hours, people bring their own shopping bags, etc.) It had a lot of European brands, but wasn’t what I expected. I half expected it to be like a Chinese supermarket in the city – full of exciting, weird and unusual food items that are labeled in Chinese, with little or no English on the packaging, but with an assortment of European foods.

Is it just me, or is there a “cow flavored” candy in the bottom left corner?
I love Chinese supermarkets. It’s a verifiable adventure. Even a package of soup is exciting because you can’t read the label and have to attempt to figure out what it is (or how to cook it) based on the pictures. It can get interesting, to say the least, and sometimes I have no *clue* what I’m buying, but the package is so intriging that I must buy it just so I can open it later to see if my hunch was right.

Also, the Chinese have *great* desserts and super yummy candy, and after all, sugar is my favorite food group. They also make these lychee gummi/jelly things which are phenomenal.
They come in a big ass jug in assorted flavors. Plus, Chinese supermarkets usually have these:


Kasugai gummies! They’re fairly orgasmic and come in every fruit flavor imaginable, including kiwi and lychee. Ahhh I miss Borough Park! Don’t get me started on Bubble Tea. If they replaced every Starbucks in America with an Asian bakery that sold Bubble Tea, I’d be a happy girl. I’ll take a venti, taro flavored, please.
Anyway, the point is, Aldi did NOT live up to my expectations. They had their own products, which were okay and fairly cheap, but the other products were European products that we already have in the US for the most part, like Haribo gummy bears and such. The whole “shopping in another culture’s realm” experience was lost. Meh. I still got a huge jug of laundry detergent for $1.99. And a bunch of other crap, and I only spent $20. But the entire time I was there, this gross redneck kept eye raping me. He was like Larry the Cable guy, only wayyyy creepy. Don’t get me wrong. Larry the Cable guy makes me laugh. He’s a cool guy. Supermarket sketch is what Larry the Cable guy would be if all of his shows and tours got cancelled and maybe then if he axe murdered Dane Cook and Jeff Foxworthy, while screaming ’git er done!’

I was wearing a skirt, but it really wasn’t that short. I mean, I know the only real girl he’s seen in a while is his Mom, but that’s what his cousins are for, right? And there’s really no excuse for leering at someone like that. The way he looked at me was the same way Sal, the Bay Ridge bus driver looked at all of the girls when they boarded the schoolbus, as he chugged his paperbag swaddled beer. It took me twice as long to shop because I kept having to run away from the icky bastard and he seriously didn’t take his eyes off of me. He even waited for me in the parking lot so he could stare at me. He put his shit in his car and then stood outside the door, watched me get in my car and then went back to his car. How creepy is that?! I wanted to scream “put your eyes back in your fucking head!” I can’t get over it. Where does he get off thinking it’s okay to make someone uncomfortable like that and ruin my shopping trip? What ever happened to etiquette? Did anyone ever tell him it’s not polite to stare and look a girl up and down repeatedly and follow her around a supermarket staring at her legs? He looked like the kind of guy who would beat his wife if she got home 5 minutes late or if he didn’t like what she made him for dinner. You know, the ones in movies who keep their significant other under lock and key and abuse them? Ew. I was freaked out that he might try to attack me in the parking lot and pull me into a van. Guys like that give me the wiggins. Stupid redneck.
So, the next part of my day included lots of laundry (in which the washer ate my pantyhose) and Desperate Housewives, in which they revealed a lot but then fastforwarded 5 years. Everything was cool but then Susan went home and her husband wasn’t Mike! She leaned in and kissed some other dude passionately. This better not be like the “Darren switch” on Bewitched. Seriously. Not cool, ABC. Not cool.




