My local grocery store is a NIGHTMARE. The parking lot is tiny and ill-managed. The store rarely has enough staff to accommodate the neighborhood. The layout was designed by a monkey with a pencil - canned tomatoes on the same aisle as tampons. The last time I was in there, I needed ground turkey, some nice crusty bread, and parsley flakes. 45 minutes I'm still in the check out line and bordering on homicidal.
Maybe if there was something more entertaining to look at, I would be better able to resist the urge to beat my fellow shoppers with stale bags of bread.