...I think you are the Store of Glory. My husband would fight me to the death over this, claiming only Costco has the right to that title, but I would beg to disagree (though I too love Costco...mmmm, samples....oooh, aisle after aisle of bulk goodness...hey, my engagement ring was purchased at Costco! Anyway...). Point is, I like you BETTER than Costco! Yep, BETTER! Grocery shopping at Trader Joe's was like going on a date (even if I was alone, go figure). You know: eagerly anticipated, thoroughly enjoyed, daydreamed about after. I use the word "WAS" because Trader Joe's has become part of my past. It has gone the way of slouch socks, fanny packs, curled bangs, sleeping in. Not by my choice! No, it is because I live in Colorado Springs, where 93.8% of the population has never heard of Trader Joe's. "Trader who's? Is that that casino just the other side of Vegas?" Leaving me speechless. All this to say: Trader Joe's, if you are out there listening, come to Colorado Springs (I'd even settle for Denver)!
Sincerely missing you,
Noelle from the Springs
p.s. Check out the blog of my BFF Amy. She too is going through withdrawal.
p.p.s I stole this letter idea from my sister Polly, hope she doesn't sue me or something. I'm taking a risk here!
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