I worked at this supermarket called Amish Market. Everything is, like, organic.
Many popsicles you’ll find in a supermarket have a lot of unwanted sugar or preservatives, but with a few ingredients you can make healthier popsicles with any flavor you can imagine.
It wasn’t very easy getting used to being famous. Everybody stared at me in the supermarket and on the street. I think my life changed, for sure.
Today we’re more distanced from each other, the bonds formed at the local shop replaced by the massive supermarket or the stressed driver thrusting a package through a letterbox. Instead of meeting in pubs, more of us sit at home with supermarket wine and Netflix.
I started in the supermarket business in the early ’70s. And by ’75, ’76, I realized you don’t have a business unless you own the real estate.
People sorta know my face, but I can still go out to the supermarket, and nobody pays much attention.
I’d like to be more decisive. I can take an hour to choose between two brands of washing powder in the supermarket.
I worked in a supermarket for a year; I worked in a finance department at a university, a pub, busking and singing. I tried to be a nanny for about three weeks.
In life, it’s winning – when I go to the supermarket, and I go with a friend, I try to get through the door first. Things like that – everything in life is a competition for me.
It’s like if you have a bad day and you don’t change your mindset, even if you go to buy bread at the supermarket, like, everything is so bad. It happens. I’m very negative. You have to change it.
In Australia, it’s people from Asian countries who most often recognise me. There are often people just looking at me at the supermarket, like they’re shocked to think I would go to the supermarket.
If you want to open a supermarket chain and put your face all around the globe, selling your baby and your dog, if it makes you happy, who am I to disagree, as the song goes. But it’s not for me. I’ve always tried to keep my integrity and keep my autonomy.
A voice in my head tells me that I’m at the twilight of an extraordinary life. I say extraordinary because of the people who have loved me. I say twilight because of what people say to me in the supermarket.
Our team security said, even if you go to a supermarket, have someone with you. So everywhere I go – grocery shopping, practice, go to games, go to plays – I always have someone with me because you never know, a lone wolf, one of the crazy Erdogan supporters will do something.
I have few friends. I can count them on one hand. I go by myself to the cleaners and the supermarket and I live alone with my dogs.
When I was 16, I spent a year pushing trollies around a car park, and that wasn’t fun. I didn’t love working in a supermarket; it wasn’t for me. It is for some people, and that’s totally cool.
Supermarket cherry tomatoes do serve a purpose, but the flavor is vastly different than those from your own garden. Same for broccoli and snap peas.
My mom kicked me out a couple of weeks before my 18th birthday. I had a job for about six, seven months at a supermarket, and they fired me for being late.
I took for the first time, I mean Rob is 42, for the first time I took him to the supermarket. He is really like a 15-year-old boy! He’s just frozen in Take That time. He was like ‘This is amazing they have everything!’ I was like ‘that’s what you do at a supermarket.’ It was a revelation for him.
My friend Jim Parrack is in ‘Child of God,’ and we grew up together. Back then, we would watch old movies and go reenact them at a Blockbuster or a supermarket. We’d end up getting in trouble because you can’t reenact movies. People think you’re crazy.
I don’t need to be the singer of Nightwish 24/7 when I’m not touring or when I want to go to the supermarket in my comfy pants.
A person buying ordinary products in a supermarket is in touch with his deepest emotions.
My dreams are things like: I’m in the supermarket, I queue, and then I leave the supermarket. It’s basically my life but I happen to be asleep.
The free-from aisle is the most depressing place in the supermarket.
Car-essential is a real turn-off to me, so yeah, I just want a friendly holiday resort with a villa and a pool, but which is really private, but there again, there’s a supermarket and a doctor’s and a beach a five-minute walk away. That’s all I want, and it’s quite difficult to find.
I’ve got an electric little motorcycle that I go to the supermarket with every day, and it’s powered by the solar panels, so it’s really got a zero carbon footprint.
Cassoulet requires a few ingredients you won’t find in the typical supermarket.
The mental baggage involved in attempting to feed yourself when poor is immense. Being able to go into a supermarket and buy what you both need and want is incredibly freeing, but it’s a luxury not appreciated by anyone who hasn’t experienced longterm hardship.
As with products on supermarket shelves, the public has a right to know where their financial products and services come from.
I don’t think there’s a day that goes by where I go to the supermarket that a woman doesn’t come up and want to give me a hug. It’s a crazy thing when you’re in the freezer department and some woman comes up behind you and says, ‘Can I just hug you, please?’ When it first happened, it really blew my mind.
Of course I don’t like the fact that my wife goes to the supermarket and there are photographers. But I realise that the press attention is the same wherever you go.
CDs are not as good as vinyl, and you buy one in the supermarket along with the yoghurt.
What we’ve learned is that if you can make the right decision in the supermarket aisle, it’s a heck of a lot easier to make a good decision when you reach in your cupboard when you’re craving a snack at eight o’clock at night.
It’s easy for Americans to forget that the food they eat doesn’t magically appear on a supermarket shelf.
I get up at 7:30. I grab a canvas bag and go out. I say hello to the people in the supermarket and liquor store. I buy the ‘New York Times.’ I go to the beach and think about characters and plot.
I want to feed my kid something that is real and not processed. It’s hard to do. People are working and busy. The question is: Is it worth it? Is it worth stopping at the farm stand or supermarket to buy fresh ingredients?
In the days of ‘EastEnders,’ I couldn’t go into a pub or supermarket, as people would recognise me and follow me home.
I hate it when people are impolite to waiters or to the valet or the guy in the supermarket. There’s no need for that; it doesn’t cost anything to be polite.
Whether it’s a leaf from a tree, the supermarket or person, everything is art and movement, it’s all inspiration.
There’s no better feeling in the world than when I walk in a pub, or a nightclub or a bar or a supermarket, anywhere, and you see people out the corner of your eye and they’re going, ‘Hey, there’s Ricky Hatton. Isn’t he a good lad, coming for a pint with us in here?’ It makes you feel proud.
It’s true that sometimes we have paparazzi or some kind of photographers following us, but you have to live normal. I mean, if you try to not go to the supermarket or not go to the cinema, you won’t live properly, and you won’t enjoy living. We are trying to be as normal as we can.
I go with my wife Gill to the supermarket, but not often.
Every week, I heave open a supermarket skip and find therein a more exotic shopping list of items than I could possibly have invented – Belgian chocolates, ripe bananas, almond croissants, stone-ground raisin bread – often so much it would have fed a hundred people.
I still get a few dirty looks over the racks in the supermarket, but nobody kicks me in the shins on Water Street. I’ve made sort of a point, apart from being a social dud, not to fraternize with the people I write about.
From time to time, people pat me on the head. It happens on public transport, in the supermarket, in bars. It’s a common enough occurrence that it very rarely takes me completely by surprise.
Shop the peripheries of the supermarket; stay out of the middle.
I enjoy ‘Supermarket Sweep’ because of its adlib demands in following the fast action.
As a little boy, my first job was delivering newspapers, and then I had a variety of different jobs. I worked in a butcher shop. I worked in a supermarket. I worked in construction. I dug ditches on the Long Island Expressway in 1954, 1955, 1956.
I stole my first albums ‘Pin-Ups’ and ‘Hunky Dory’ by David Bowie from the first super-sized supermarket in Salford, which also sold tents and camping gear.
Supermarket tabloids and celebrity gossip shows are not just innocently shallow entertainment, but a fundamental part of a much larger movement that involves apathy, greed and hierarchy.
Managers of hospitals over the years have been increasingly recruited from outside the health service, and although their experience of running a supermarket chain might allow them to balance the books, it does not mean they have any insight into how a ward should be managed and patients best served.
Jeremy Clarkson wants to become a farmer – he’s bought a field – Hammond wants to open a supermarket, and I’d like to spend my days owning a shoe shop.
I don’t like ads: I’m too susceptible. I find myself in the supermarket buying Ronseal, and I don’t even have a shed.
