Shaws & Kinney.

My salvation temple

 When I went to town, my goal was not meander, for I wanted to run errands. Let’s be clear: this article shall markedly foster expenditure consumption. In other words, it will deal with my journey to Shaws, a grocery store located fifteen minutes away on foot from the campus. Until at that moment, I had never heard of it. How deluded to think that I was familiar with retail stores – hello Walmart, Food for Less, Whole Foods. Shaws’ stores are in New England, hence my not-so-ignorant knowledge. 

Thanks to my roommate, I have heard of this, in my superficial attempt to get make-up, for back when I was preparing my things for my stay in the US, I could not be bothered with bringing any make-up. In a more serious tone, it had become quite important to get to know the surroundings a bit better, and in addition to that, I wanted to buy some items, partly for my hiking trep –to be continued, and naturally not of paramount necessity – read ramen noodles, tea, extra shower gel and so on and so forth.

You may find it bizarre that I am writing about a subject of such little interest. Yet I have always lionize foreign stores. What a strange idiosyncratic taste, isn’t it? My curiosity is immediately aroused as soon as I enter into a new retail area, for all the items are new to me and emphasize the specific products to each country – I will always be puzzled when seeing all the fancy and artificial frozen American food (ketchup-flavored sausages, frozen blueberries waffles, rainbow-colored fake-as-hell birthday cake) that cannot compete with the French touch in my country’s cuisine.

Another thing I have noticed is that the staff will not hesitate helping you when asking, and I am not talking about a mere finger-pointing accompanied by a “huh, it’s there”. I always got accompanied to the right section, having the feeling that they did not not care! Astonishing, when you are used to seeing tired, dull and stern soon-to-turn-into-zombie faces.

Peanut Butter! My new "do", previously a "don't". Gotta be extra crunchy and super chunk.

25% less fat. Does it even make any difference?

Where's my twinkies?!

Mac n'cheese.

The bigger, the better, it seems.

Vermont's maple syrup, of course.

Travel sized-hygiene products. I always find them cute.

Inside Kinney, a drugstore. They sell makeup, hurray!

 

 Needless to say, if the stores were to go bankrupt, it would not have been because of me.