For instance, I never buy peanut butter, but I know exactly what aisle the peanut butter is on in my Publix. I know 9 times out of 10, Delwanda will be icing a cake in the bakery section at my Publix. And I know that if I accidentally drop an entire glass jar of baby food at my Publix, the young man stocking shelves won’t make me feel like a complete idiot. (Yes, I’ve done that!)
The “Cheers” song should play when I walk into my Publix because everybody really does know my name. And it’s not because they know me from television. They know me from being there 5 days a week! I’m not one of those moms who is super-organized, so I’m constantly running in for one or two items. Yesterday, I just had to run in to get Minute Rice for my daughter’s lunchbox and also came home with a delicious chick pea salad, some tilapia and the latest on cashier, Erlande’s baby girl.
There are times when I’m closer to other Publix stores. But everytime I cheat on my Publix, I regret it. I can’t find the milk or the avocados at a new store, much less the peanut butter. I do always seem to be able to find the wine, though.
At my Publix, the older gentleman who bags my groceries may not be the fastest, but he knows how to bag. He is *very* careful with my eggs. And despite the Publix policy against tipping, I always give my bagger a couple of bucks when he helps me to my car.
My Publix is small. It doesn’t have the big, fancy deli or the large selection of Greenwise products. The produce section is crammed in the corner between the eggs and chips and very rarely are more than 3 checkout aisles operating at one time. But it’s my Publix and I’ll take it over the others anyday.