Trader Joes doesn't have the right kinda groupthink#

It is one of the most narcissistic grocery store envieonments i've ever shopped at. The parking lot attendant looks upon us as zoo animals and he detests our free will. The ground state is a smug squeezing past. Squueezing past in the parking lot in the sweet treat & pasta aisle in the lines at check out. bc at the end of this race the cashier eye fucks me with his or her dimples and beautifully imperfect face and after scanning three boxes of mac and cheese asks me, sincerely, if I've got any plans this evening, like... "no but maybe we could make some???" but that never happens. I'm wearing airport chic on a sunday. I've got chores going on tonight.