I’m asking for a friend because they have never been. Have you been to Trader Joe’s lately? The prices are incredible, but I hate waiting in my car. I also hate getting there and having to wait to see produce because other people are in my way. I also hate waiting to check out. I also hate the person who is checking me out of the store. Like I get it, you love ketchup and juggling.
This article is about the best time to go to Trader Joes, and after looking up the hours to the one nearest me, I still don’t feel too confident picking a best time.
Instead, today I will be describing how each block of time went/
Besides morning traffic, pulling into the Trader Joes was relatively easy. The isles were completely stocked and besides the few stragglers, browsing the frozen section and checking out was a breeze.
Besides the morning traffic and realizing that all the cars in front of me were waiting in line to find parking for Traders Joes, parking was a breeze. I guess a lot of people are low on stock because when a Trader Joes employee finally waved me to a parking spot, I walked in and the staff was frantically restocking everything while the checkout line stretched into the dairy isle.
This one is a hit or miss because for some reason, the traffic is fine everywhere except the two block radius of Trader Joes. When the traffic is not backed up and I have to wait for a spot, I can breeze in and out no problem. But it’s like every other Monday, Thursday and Friday are impossible. I went on a Wednesday one night and it was amazing, but then the following Wednesday I wanted to pick up a single bottle of wine and I spend two hours waiting to see the wine section.
What am I even doing here? I think I’m better off going to Walmart. Honestly, I’m only here for a couple of specialty items that I can’t get anywhere else. I’ll wait 45 minutes to do this task that should take 15 tops but this is the last time I try this.
Evening on a Weekday
I wish the human body didn’t have to eat food. Like I wish eating was optional. Life is a burden and walking down these mostly empty isles is making me wish humans had to hunt and scavenge for food again.
Evening on a Weekend
Here we go. The crew is ready to go home, shelves are as presentable as they can be, I can come in and park easily but the only thing they have in stock in the entire store is a few cans of refried black beans and weird cheese.