Publix grocery stores, (in SW Florida. I don't know where else they are)
After the blog I posted my own experience with the jackass manager in a publix store
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http://commutingstinks.blogspot.com/2006/12/difference-in-publix.htmlThe one thing our new Publix has that the old one did not is a turnstile of books devoted to Christianity where you pull your number at the delicatessen. That red device where you pull the green tab with your number on it is perched atop a cornucopia of Christian books for every Christian problem: Forgiving your husband after he's cheated, Preaching to those who aren't interested, Introducing Christ into every aspect of your baby's life, and How to prove God exists. There are also the obligatory Christian children's books, e.g., Jesus and Me.
I honestly don't have a problem with selling the books, that's not my issue. If there is a market for it, then by all means, stock the shelves. I just find the placement funny. The books are at the deli line like they are some sort of impulse purchase. While you wait for the deli worker to slice your half pound of Boar's Head sun-dried tomato and rosemary ham, (one of my faves), maybe you'll grab a copy of, "Get Real: Making Core Christian Beliefs Relevant to Teenagers." Putting these books on the deli line (albeit a markedly slower deli line than the South Beach Publix) makes them the equivalent of the Weekly World News, Snickers, and Altoids you might grab on your way through the checkout line.
SO WHAT MARAYA DID AT PUBLIX LAST WEEK
I saw a copy of james Dobson's "The Strong willed Child" on that rack. The first pages of it are where he describes how he BEAT his little dog, Siggie, (a Daschund - very small) Here are his James Dobson's words from the book, ""When I told Sigmund to leave his warm seat and go to bed, he flattened his ears and slowly turned his head toward me. He deliberately braced himself by placing one paw on the edge of the furry lid, then hunched his shoulders, raised his lips to reveal the molars on both sides, and uttered his most threatening growl. That was Siggie's way of saying. "Get lost!"
"I had seen this defiant mood before, and knew there was only one way to deal with it. The ONLY way to make Siggie obey is to threaten him with destruction. Nothing else works. I turned and went to my closet and got a small belt to help me "reason" with Mr. Freud." He then goes on to describe a 1/2 hour beating of this poor dog, (where he considers the dog an equal fighting for domination). It is hard to read without getting ill.
Anyway besides wanting to repeat what a sadistic bas**d that "Christian" is I wanted to tell you that I took the book and the 4 others to the manager and read him that part. His look at me was of total "I don't give a rat's ass" He tried to explain to me that they carried all sorts of books, (most are novels and magazines with the occasional self help book interspersed. Anyway I went back to the store a week later and the books were still on the round thingy by the ham and cheese. I wanted to anciently spill the 75 cent tiny cup of coffee that I had bought there on all of Dobson's books. But that would be childish right? (hehe)
ONE WEEK LATE I WENT BACK TO THAT STORE
This is the new book I found:
23 Minutes in Hell by Bill Weise
http://spiritlessons.com/Documents/BillWiese_23MinutesInHell_Text.htmYou can listen to some lovely audio clips. Great for kids to listen to. Number 10 is real interesting.
These people and their crazy ideas tormented a young college girl with panic disorder, OCD and bipolar disorder. To hear that people were "possessed by the devil" when you couldn't control the bizarre and terrifying thoughts in your own head is torture. I can't tell you how many times I heard a loud noise at night and ran into my suit mates room to make sure she was still there and I hadn't been "left behind". You see, if wasn't that I had not said the "SAVED PRAYER" and went to church and did everything a good little Christian girl should so. I was so mentally sick and needed some sane people around me to help me get well. (this was in the late 70''s)
So fuck all those people. And fuck that Publix jackass. And if anyone wants to trip and knock that turnstile over DON'T DO IT.