It’s just a meal, people
I have braved the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. I have shopped in Belgrade markets before Đurđevdan, pushed my way through political rallies, and elbowed crowds at Rockefeller Center during Christmastime.
But I have rarely felt more pushed around and communal stress than at Whole Foods two days before Thanksgiving.
Calm down, people! It’s just a meal. The only one who should be freaking out is this guy:
Also, what’s with the pre-Thanksgiving holiday music? Can’t a housewife enjoy one holiday at a time?