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Albertsons
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Review from soandso a.
Stockton, CA
1/18/2011
This store was my last holdout for Marathon Paper products and my hard-to-find 'Lappi' cheese. Marathon products are industrial strength and take a long time to use up. I'll put up with a little sandpapering to avoid choking on the powdery, linty, too-soft,one spin of the roll and the whole roll unravels, national brands.
I'm surprised Sheryl Crow hasn't spearheaded a protest against Charmin, herself. (Remember her policy, she determined in all cases, one square of TP per person, is all that should be allowed per toilet visit. )
I heard no one shakes Sheryl's hand anymore.
Must have grossed Lance Armstrong out when he found out. He back peddled outta there! YIKES! Her hands have been in his veggie drawers!
Lappi cheese is a "Finnish Swiss." I've been doing hard target searches for years now. Gee they USED to have Lappi, and Marathon.
So....Albertson's DISCONTINUED all my stuff!
Then to show they don't care what they put out there as long as it isn't Lappi, they took up a lot of room with an Olive Bar. Who cares about an Olive Bar? The patrons of the store were there in pj's, bathrobes and slippers! Not a one went near the Olive Bar. No one called the deli and asked about the Olive Bar. No one had it pointed out to them. There were about vats and vats of different kinds of olives.
Of course the good french bread still had 45 minutes to bake. I grabbed lesser rolls and went to the check out. I'm next to be rung up when I feel a kick in the back of my leg. I look and there's someone's brat swinging on the guide bars. I looked at him, gave him the "dead-eye'* routine
that works, sometimes. I gave it to the mother, too. (*Dead-eye routine is an imitation of the blond guy, who wood-chipped Steve Buscemi in 'Fargo.' I was so afraid of that guy I moved my chair back away from the TV, the first time I saw it.)
I must be doing it wrong. -sigh-
I turned back around. The next moment, Swing, kick, swing kick. I looked at the mother who didn't mind him kicking me at all. I told her if that little bastard kicks me one more time, it's the last thing he's ever going to do. She grabbed the kid and told him to get away from the mean, terrible person!
(YES!!...., "The stink-eye look," + menacing empty threat does work for me!) YEEEEAH!
The checker rang up a wrong amount, so I said, "forget it." As I was leaving, she was calling for 'over ring,' which held up "Miss Manners" and her miscreant. Too bad.
