The grocery store where I shop recently rearranged all
the items on their shelves. They said it
was to make that store set up like the other three in town. It seems plausible, though I suspect some
kind of marketing guru told them they’d sell more if certain items were at eye
level or at end caps.
For the average person it was a bit discombobulating. But it’s turned me into a hungry rat
frantically trying to find the cheese at the end of the maze.
They flipped the chips to the opposite end of the store
and I still can’t find the cashews. On
one recent trip I ended up pacing up and down each aisle chanting, “Croutons. Croutons.
Croutons,” until a stock boy asked if he could help me find anything.
What once was a 30-minute trip for a couple bags of
groceries has turned into an epic hunting expedition for sustenance. Even that wouldn’t be so bad if I could drive
myself, but I have to catch a bus, so every second is valuable. More than once, I’ve had to prioritize, which
meant leaving certain items behind.
Maybe that’s how we can cure America’s obesity
epidemic. Rearrange grocery stores every
few months so the non-essentials are passed up.
It wouldn’t be good for the grocer’s bottom line, but it would be good
for everyone else’s waist line.
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