Daffy at the Supermarket

I have a sort of a hate/hate relationship with my local supermarket. The Giant Eagle closest to my house has this annoying habit: they figure out the products that I am buying, and then stop carrying them. This wouldn’t be half as annoying if they never had the products at all. But instead, they carry them for a while, I spend hundreds of dollars on them over the course of a few months, and then they take them away from me. It’s like they’re sticking their tongue out at me. “Your money isn’t good enough.”

Inexpensive but reasonably yummy sushi? GONE. Organic heavy cream? GONE. Whole Bell & Evans chickens? GONE. Ground lamb? GONE.

Sure, I can get these things at another supermarket. I can even get them at another Giant Eagle. It just galls me that the one closest to me is, as near as I can tell, engaged in a deliberate and thorough campaign of persecution against me.

Today, I stopped by to pick up a few essentials, and discovered that they are no longer carrying Wyman’s frozen blueberries. I’ve probably bought about 2 bags of these a week for the past 2 years.

Of course, you realize, this means war.