Mostly True Memoirs
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A Native Texan
If you’re a native Texan, you understand all the hype about the HEB grocery store.
I’m not a native Texan.
I don’t get it.
However, everyone is beyond excited that an HEB is coming to our neighborhood.
It just opened this week.
I tried to go three different times.
Every time, the traffic was so bad that I gave up and left.
The store will still be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
I’m curious, but I’m not THAT curious.
Today I finally found a parking space.
HEB really is an amazing gourmet grocery store with fantastic products.
I get it now.
But OMG, there was a massive, enormous, anxiety-inducing throng of shoppers.
A large police presence was also on site, not only in the parking lot and on the streets, but also inside the store.
Seriously?
What were they expecting to happen?
Fistfights over the fresh tortillas?
Well, maybe.
I told the cashier that I hoped the crowds would dwindle soon.
He said that it could take a year to settle down.
Ouch.
I’m an early riser, so maybe I’ll try hitting them up at the crack of dawn on a weekday.
Maybe it won’t be so crowded then.
At any rate, welcome to the neighborhood HEB!
Liz Brenner
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