Big excitement in my house…our Wal-Mart has recently become a Supercenter. My dad, for whom grocery shopping is an event (groceries are to him what shoes and purses are to me) looked forward to this occurrence for quite a while. Once the sign went up letting us know this would be happening, we all started to keep our eye on the Retail Watch (a weekly column in the business section of The Morning Call) for info on the opening.
The Supercenter has been open for several weeks now, but I had not had occasion to go in there…until today. I was dropping off The Man’s mortgage check (Alright, I am just going to start calling him by his name, which is Bill. Apparently, I was confusing people with his incognito name, so he can just be Bill…which is just as generic. And I know it isn’t my job to drop off his mortgage check anymore, but I was near the bank anyway, and I am a nice girl. I’m just saying.), and I was going to go to Redner’s, when lo and behold…a sight my eyes did see. Supercenter. I was reeled in.
The grocery store section is kind of warehouse-ish. That’s not bad…but it’s not as nice as the Wegman’s (the mother of all grocery stores). However, I found my favorite granola for at least a dollar less than I pay at Wegman’s. And at the Supercenter, you can buy a swingset, a television, corn on the cob, a whole roasting chicken, and new towels for your bathroom, all in one trip. I didn’t buy all those things, but if I had wanted to, I know where I would have looked.
I picked up some corn on the cob, some Goldfish crackers (which I will NOT eat all in one sitting), some 100 calorie packs of Pringles (can I just say that I love that everyone is getting on the 100 calorie pack bandwagon?), and the lovely granola. Someday, when I have more time, I am going to explore every inch of the Supercenter. I am sure I can find plenty of things there that I don’t even know I need yet.