I cannot wash my hands enough after grocery shopping at Kroger this afternoon. There is a Kroger in Ypsilanti. It is often call “The Dirty Kroger.” It is pretty bad there.
Last night Jinder mentioned she lived near a dirty Kroger, and often calls it “The Dirty Kroger.”
Normally I go to Bush’s a mile away even though there is a Kroger around the corner from my place. The entire time there I thought to myself, maybe there is no dirty Kroger or clean Kroger, there is only Kroger, and they are all dirty. Because I have to admit, I can’t recall ever being in the mythical “Clean Kroger.”