Ode to Trader Joe’s (Silver Lake)
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height of your scrunchy parking lot,
stingy compact spaces filled with SUVs, the line of cars winding out of sight on poor Hyperion,
the double parked trucks – your own trucks, Trader Joe trailer trucks, dropping and blocking.
Delivering food 4 times a day, by sun and candlelight.Your party dips for our cold cash.
Money flows out of Silver Lake freely to you, in our quiet need to eat,
to find our passions..or do we simply seek the low-rent route in groceries?
Dishes we love disappear, never to be found, while others “aren’t in the warehouse now.”
(Never fall in love with a TJ item.) Pure foods, and your folksy ads, too much small talk from your clerks (while lines grow)
and we leave to find dings or dents on cars, and must strain to find a path, any path, to exit.
Who loves thee better after death, the man who died crossing to reach you
in your never-ending traffic jam, or Councilman Ferraro, turning in his grave at this monstrosity he wrought?
Two buck Chuck, is it so wrong that I took you off my automatic dial? Buh-bye.
[cartoon after the jump]
As the blog linked above says, there was (suspiciously?) little written about this accident. Looks like he was a cutie, too.
Notice the comments, that there are already traffic lights a few yards on either side of Trader Joe’s. Yes, we noticed. That didn’t stop cb, though! Make that THREE traffic lights in a row, in one block! Thanks, TJ, for even more delays there!