Dear Grocery Outlet,
I am sad to inform you that I’m no longer in love with you. I know that you must do what is best for your business, but to be honest, your classy new “makeover” just isn’t my style. I miss your deflated balloons, dented cans of Campbells soup written in Chinese, the occasional wild bird flying around, sticky floors, hungover employees, customers milling about in shower caps and fuzzy slippers, and of course the $1 value bin full of obviously-tampered-with pregnancy test kits. Did you really have to get rid of the big faded rainbow from your storefront sign? Or replace all the stolen mismatched shopping carts with shiny new ones printed with your own logo? Your newfound lack of hilarity saddens me.
Well I guess the poo-shaped candles I saw yesterday were pretty all-right, but I don’t know if that’s enough to keep me coming back.

So my dear Grocery Outlet, it was fun while it lasted but it’s time for me to move on. It is a sad day for us all.
XOXO
Amy
EDIT: OH! MY! GOD!!!! Apparently Grocery Outlet is on Twitter, because I just got this message:

WOW! I am amazed and impressed. I may have to reconsider the breakup….










