Hannaford, how could you do me so wrong?
First, you were out of lasagna noodles. Any and all. How is that possible?
Then, no chicken. I don't mean no chicken at all, but I do not need to buy the 5 lb pack of chicken breasts. All I needed was your basic single family pack. And there were none.
Apples? Empire apples anyone? Hello? Beuller?
And my favorite brand of Mozzerella. The kind that is easy to shred. Nope. The tag is there, but you've put Polly-Ohnoyoudidn't in it's place.
And really. All your salmon looked gross. Making me work out a new meal plan on the fly is not nice.
And to the dirty old man who patted Mira on the head: Do Not Touch Other Peoples' Babies.
I'm never shopping on a Monday morning again.