Random Love Letter to Midtown Schnucks
Random Love Letter to Midtown Schnucks
Dear Midtown Schnucks,
I love you. I love you for all of the things you are, and for all of the things that you're not.
Because, honestly, Midtown Schnucks, you're not a very good grocery store. Sure, like all grocery stores, you sell food. It's just that you've got your quirks. If I just come to shop, no list in mind, you're reliable. Whenever I visit you to get a specific need met, whatever that thing is - be it popsicles or cilantro - you can't provide.
I love that you're a challenge. Your parking lot is the only one I've ever been in that doesn't have a single good parking space. Even the ones that seem like good ideas rarely are. You aren't terribly deliberate or well thought out. Like Walnut Grove in the 1980s, when you needed more lanes, they were crammed in without thought to their harrowing narrowness (or the placement of the building's support columns).
But still, Midtown Schnucks. I can't do without you. You're one of the main social hubs of the city. You're a true melting pot, a place where you can mingle with Memphians from all walks of life (Mayor Wharton and Steve Cohen shop there). You've reintroduced me to friends from high school, lost loves and work contacts.
Your cookies are always fresh. You're open all night (in fact, you're at your most tolerable after 10 p.m.). I've noticed an inordinate amount of people on dates contemplating the offerings in the freezer section.
We may have our issues, Midtown Schnucks, but you're always there when I need you. Let's keep seeing each other (and everyone else I've ever met).
<3,
Kerry
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