Friday, January 30, 2009

Trader Joe's.

I love Trader Joe's, but why do I love it? Sometimes I find this question difficult to answer myself, simply because I could love it for so many different reasons. First, shopping there can be such a cultural experience. So many different kinds of people shop there. I mean, there are little old ladies pushing granny carts, and little old men walking with them, there are men in suits who look as if they just got off the floor, there are students - presumably NYU students - struggling to budget themselves.

But here's what's missing: Children. Seriously. Anytime I've gone to Trader Joe's there are NEVER kids. No one is screaming at their mommies or daddies asking for god knows what for god knows why and everything is so peaceful.

Just goes to show you that in New York, no one really loves their children. They just love their nannies.

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