Despite my misgivings that I wasn't quite anti-war and pro-fair-trade enough to shop there, today I put on a brave face and ventured into the Boise Co-op.
Here is something that a small co-op child truly said to his co-op mother while I was in the dairy aisle (in an ecstatic voice): "CAN I HAVE A LOT OF PLAIN YOGURT??"
I guess I could relate to the kid's unusual perception of a special treat because once when I was in elementary school I got in big trouble for eating a graham cracker without permission.
I wandered through the aisles of organic stuffed olives and expensive, exotic spices until I found what I was looking for: a mecca of Indian sauces, unavailable at the grocery stores that stock their shelves with the kind of peanut butter that has a decade-long shelf life.
Then I got to the checkout counter, and the lady brightly asked me if it was my first time at the co-op. I said yes, ashamed at being so easy to spot. But then she said "we LOVE first-timers" and gave me a temporary card that let me buy my Indian sauce at the member price while I contemplated becoming a member myself.
As I left, I said to the co-op, "I'll be back, co-op. You can't defeat me."
I came out a stronger, better person.
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I don't even really know what a co-op is. Maybe Walmart can start one.
I ABSOUTLEY LOVE THE CO-OP. They just have really cool and yummy stuff. But, as long as Seth is a student, you can use his student ID and get the member price. Seriously, I think it is sad that that child thinks flavored yogurt is a treat!! Really?!
Mmmm...plain yogurt. I'm drooling.
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