Sensory Shopping
The new supermarket opened near my house and has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
But I think it's getting out of hand.
When you approach the milk case, you hear cows mooing and catch a whiff of fresh hay.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The meat department has a background "sizzle" and the slight odor of a charcoal grill.
But now, I refuse to go in anymore, after walking down the toilet paper aisle....
Posted September 13, 2006 8:00 AM
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