I’m sitting here watching some poor employee wash my trashtastic car getting my car washed and they have wi-fi! So now I can continue with my saga of why I hate Whole Foods.
The next Whole Food shopper is:
The Girls Who Need to be Fed:
Seriously. What happened?? Why are there so many skinny girls there? I don’t mean healthy skinny. I mean triple 0 skinny. Is it because all they eat is vegetables? Is it because they live downtown and probably live right above a fancy gym? Is it because they have an eating disorder? All of the above is probably true. I myself am kind of thin but these girls make me feel like a fat moo-cow. I feel like I need to be on their level to even be shopping at this place!
*Editors note: eating disorders are no joke unless I’m writing about them in my blog.*
Girls dressed in athletic gear:
These females are saying “Look at me bitches, I work out!” I don’t like it. Maybe I work out too! I don’t.
I admire women who can run and still look pretty in their track suits. I run and look like this:
I really have nothing clever to say about these women except that there are a lot of them at Whole Foods and it makes me feel less than awesome. Fuck you and the track suit you ran in. (I’m just bitter.)
Pretty, gay men:
It’s not fair. Every gay man at Whole Foods seems to be prettier than a super model & they all just flock to this place! I made a mental note that day: don’t go to Whole Foods to pick up a husband.
I think a large portion of their clientele is actually pretty, gay men. They eat organic. I have a plethora of gay friends & most of them are pretty damn handsome and concerned in keeping their good looks intact. I can’t say I blame them — I’d want to keep my dashing good looks solid as well. Next time I’m at Whole Foods I’m going to choose one of them to be my best friend. I need a Jack McFarland in my life.
The Awkward People
You can spot the awkward people very easily. The ones that don’t normally shop at Whole Foods and thought they would just “drop in for a quick second.” They are the ones running around in non-athletic gear, pushing their carts while their knuckles turn purple with a terrified look on their faces.
This is the category I seem to fit into….and also most of my friends. I’m the one walking around with a lost look on her face trying not to wet herself while she rides the escalator five times before finding the bathroom hidden behind the organic fruit bar. I feel like everyone is constantly judging me and suddenly develop this cool new way of walking that says “I have money! I fit in!!!” (I don’t.)
Look around next time you’re in there and I bet you 5 bucks you see at least one person huddled by a shelf trying to make their way through the maze!
General Notes of Frustration with Whole Foods:
It stinks in there.
I just want fucking potato chips! Can I just have them made of potatoes? Give me starch or give me death. I don’t need beet chips or banana chips or cauliflower chips or salmon chips. Just good ol’ potato chips, please.
It’s so crowded!! Apparently not enough people hate Whole Foods because there’s always some sort of traffic jam going on and everyone is a terrible driver.
They keep delicious desserts by the cash register!! Perhaps it’s to entice the girls who need to eat a sandwich but instead I end up eating them. I always end up leaving with two cups of cherry pie (they have CUPS of cherry pie! This is the *one* thing I like about Whole Foods but also abhor.)
Parking there sucks. I almost got into two wrecks in the 15 minutes I was there and I am not a reckless parking lot driver. Let’s slow it down, shall we? Your beloved, biodegradable, hemp seed toilet paper isn’t going anywhere.
In summary, I will not be going to Whole Foods again any time soon. Unless I have dance rehearsal downtown again and am starving like last time. I will be sticking with Mr. H-E-B or even Mrs. Central Market (who tends to be only slightly less douchey than Whole Foods.)
This blog is over and it started raining outside. My car just got washed. Fuck my life.