Triple A1

I tend to go easier on things in my neighbourhood. It’s not my fault, really. I just want the shops within a stone’s throw of my house to stick around for those days when I’m hungover, unshowered, wearing sweatpants, and in need of provisions. For those cases, Triple A1 could have been so very perfect.
Unfortunately, I’ve been burned. Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES we’ve come here for emergency milk only to realize that it’s been well past expiry once we’ve arrived home. ‘Well past’ meaning anywhere from six to eight days. Other times, even though we’ve been shy of the dicey date, the milk has curdled within seconds of using it to make a sauce which makes me really wary of their refrigeration standards.
Likewise, chips have been past their date. CHIPS. They last forever on those shelves, right? Wrong. They do not. So you have to replace them with new ones if you’re going to try to sell them.
Peace out, Triple A1. You do you.