On the way from Asheville out to our place in the hills above Whittier/Sylva last week we stopped at an Ingles grocery store near Waynesville. We were shopping for several days so we had a pretty full cart. There was no way in hell I was ringing all that up myself and bagging it.
So I directed our cart through one of the aisles with a cashier and found myself talking to a nice lady, maybe a few years older than me, named Kim. "Are you an Ingles club member?" She asked. I was not, I responded. She pointed out that with the amount of groceries I was buyting there might be a tidy savings, that the application was very easy to fill out, and that it could easily pay for itself many times over if my family came out to the mountains each year...
She had me. I filled it out, and while doing so she rang us up and gave me a good deal of detail about how I could use it for this and for that and how I could get a discount on gas purchases... It was all rather lovely and delivered with enthusiasm and care. All in all it was a very pleasant experience, very hometowny and welcoming, which she clearly enjoyed. If that place is sensibly managed she will get a bonus.
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