I move on to the next aisle and ask the nearest Whole Foods clerk for help. He's wearing a visor inside and as if that weren't douchey enough, it has one word on it in all caps. Yup, NAMASTE. I ask him where I can find whole wheat bread. He chuckles at me "Oh, we keep the poison in aisle 7." Based solely on the attitudes of people sporting namaste paraphernalia today, I'd think it was Sanskrit for "go fuck yourself."Namaste is a new word for me (the image at right shows the gesture).
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
I've never been to a Whole Foods store. Friend and reader Simon M. sent me to this article, warning me to put down my drink first. He's right. After reading this post (hint: Kelly MacLean really doesn't like Whole foods!), it's a lot less likely that I'll ever go to one. Sample:
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