You are my one and only. No other grocery store can offer me quite what you can. Your sale prices are unbeatable and your tiny aisles help me to cuddle with the other locals in town. You offer me fresh-squeezed orange juice you matter how busy you are and you are always so helpful to remind me when holidays are approaching. You always provide shelter from the storm as long as I watch where I'm walking. You have always helped me to be efficient with my space by providing the tiny baskets so as not to add fluff such as yummy chips or ice-cold soda.
However, you tease me sometimes. You will have shelves and shelves of my favorite products one day and then never again. Why are you so fickle, Oh Bodegona? What have I done to make you take the eggs out of your selection? Was I giving the skim milk more attention than I should have? Is that why you've rid yourself of such a thing? I fear that you fancy my husband more than I or you wouldn't have taken Quaker Oat Squares from me and filled your endcaps with Mucho Nachos.
Bodey, you make me laugh more than any other grocery store has before. Your "ofertas" are my weakness. The way you can combine items in your endless stock rooms with packing tape and sell them as a pair gets me every time. I have always loved the classic of a 54oz Soda with Ramen Noodles but you out-did yourself last week with the jelly taped to the box of crayons. Not to mention my personal favorite that you chose to offer at Mother's Day: the can of Raid taped to fabric softener. How do you know the way to my heart?
Oh, Bodey-gon-gon, I will miss you when I depart. As I'm gliding seamlessly through aisle-ways of my old love, Schnucks, gathering products that are faithfully there each and every time, I will miss the adventure you provided in my life. Please know you are cherished for always but I will move on. Thanks for the good times,
Katie and Eliot