Saturday, January 30, 2010
Oh, Whole Foods Market. It's pretty normal for people to love Whole Foods these days, and that's fine with me. It's like Dave Matthews Band...just because I liked him before the rest of the planet had him blasting out of their cars, in the late 90's, doesn't mean I didn't like him post-fratboy obsession. (annoying trait: being anti-everything mainstream, regardless of merit or true quality) However, I know of few people who have the internal experience I have when approaching the intersection on which Whole Foods sits...it's like...well, it's like having a Cocoon moment. As I park my car (and feel a palpable sense of guilt about my non-hybrid car status), I turn to take my trek to the doors...the portal to the mother-ship. It is always with a Wilford Brimley-esque reverence that I take in the moment, knowing that as soon as I enter, the world outside will cease to exist for the time I'm inside. It's like a mini-vacation every time I need to go buy tampons. (I have similar experiences with Central Market...it's just further away.) You see...I'm not only an organic, but I'm also a foodie.
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