Here in New Zealand, there are two major supermarket chains. They rhyme with Shmountdown and Cap’n’Cave. As an extremely broke student, I feel obligated to shop at Cap’n’Cave as it is A: The cheapest and B: the nearest grocery store to me, and I can’t be wasting fuel.
Ideally, you’d be shopping at Shmountdown. There apparently isn’t too much of a difference in cost, they have better deals a lot of the time, and it’s a much more pleasant experience. You enter the perfectly air-conditioned hall, there’s always trolleys or baskets available for you to just take on your way as you prance merrily through the little gates. Everything is laid out in a way that makes sense, and you know exactly where you are and where you need to go. You can always access the thing you need to. It is quick, painless, and easy. Everything has clearly labeled prices. Continue reading “I hate my local supermarket”