I used to live in Eugene, OR. There was a defunct supermarket that some Orientals bought. We called it Food Hell. Imagine a supermarket with shelves practically to the ceiling, that stocked maybe 100 random products, never seemed to know what they would have on any given day, and distributed everything around the store as if there was actually stuff occupying the empty space in between. A whole aisle, empty, but for a couple of flats of yellow mustard. On the plus side, you could see a long way across aisles.
LOL, there must be a national surplus of mustard. Our store would have an entire aisle of Whataburger (why?) mustard but nothing in the bread aisle to squirt it on. Crazy. Or half the frozen section filled with Whataburger fries but if you wanted potato chips instead of fries, you were out of luck.
One, they know they’re the only game in town.
Two, this is mainly a retirement area except during tourist season. Neither of those groups complain much.
Three, I know for a fact the shelf “fresh” bread came in frozen but I can only suspect we got the garbage the ritzy Austin customers refused to accept. Fuzzy fresh strawberries. Who’s to know if that single 8 count package of tortillas hadn’t spilled on the floor in Austin, ya know?
Some guy even had a site dedicated to him griping about what was never ordered but was advertised in the weekly ad.
They also would take any thing that had a coupon off the shelves. Again, why? Eventually, they stopped taking coupons. Just weird.