Whole Foods is like Vegas. You go there to feel good but you leave broke, disoriented, and with the newfound knowledge that you have a vaginal disease.
Unlike Vegas, Whole Foods\’ clientele are all about mindfulness and compassion… until they get to the parking lot. Then it\’s war. As I pull up this morning, I see a pregnant lady on the crosswalk holding a baby and groceries. This driver swerves around her and honks. As he speeds off I catch his bumper sticker, which says \’NAMASTE\’. Poor lady didn\’t even hear him approaching because he was driving a Prius. He crept up on her like a panther.