Trader Joe's

Meanwhile, unnoticed by the swells in the tanning-bed media, the sicko boycott of Israeli products has arrived. Its first reported target around here this past weekend was the couscous at Trader Joe's.

More here.

The parking is so jammed up and, as good as it is at Trader Joe's, I don't drink much
chocolate milk these days, so I
rarely go to Trader Joe's any more.
Looks like it's time to get back there.
And the truth is, I could walk there
from here.
Plus: The booze is usually cheap and
the cheese is fresh and the workers
in their Hawaiian shirts are
friendly, always.
That's Chandler -- toothy'n'fresh but neither
cheap nor cheesy -- over there, bagging for me.