Chapter 6

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I live in the the epicenter of Wegmansland.

Wegmans, as you may know, is the King of Supermarkets. Their stores are huge, deluxe, extremely varied and loaded with gourmet this and that. They are nice places to go to, and it's an experience that you should have.

On the other hand, I don't usually go there. There are a few reasons, but one of them is that it's just too much. I feel creepy in there.

Here are some more words that never occur in American English any more: Garish, Tasteless, Excessive, Pretentious. We never use these words any more because Americans have devolved to a state where nothing is too tasteless or too pretentious for us.

Wegmans is the biggest store with the most fanciest stuff, and to my way of thinking, saying that Wegmans is the best store is like saying that the woman with the biggest boobs and the most jewelry is the best woman.


One of the other reasons is that Wegmans won't build stores where the poor city folk live, and Tops will. I do understand that luxury is what Wegmans does, and they have to do what they do where it is. But, this is a major reason for my being a patron of Tops. They deserve it.

Even the evil Wal-Mart put a big store in the Negro section of town, which demonstrates that Wal-Mart is considerably less evil than those self-congratulatory white people like to think. You should see the place on Check Day. It's mobbed.