Jumbo's in a mall. So when you check out, and you're wanting to go get a remise or cab or whatever, you have to take your shopping cart full of food and parade it through the mall, past the clothing stores and kiosks.
It was really just strange.
A few comments on my Jumbo experience:
It is the worst of Argentina all in one place. The hair, the rudeness, the people with no clue running into you with their shopping cart, overpriced electronics, and it took forever to do anything.
We waited in line after we got all our stuff picked out for FORTY FIVE MINUTES.
All this, while the a**holes in front of us had TWO carts and the miserable-looking wife kept running off and coming back with more sh*t to put in their carts. Diapers, milk, and oh yeah, 18 bottles of 2-liter Cokes, 4 bottles of Fernet, a case of Talca orange soda, about 10 lbs of meat, and random other crap. Did I mention she went back and forth for milk 3 times? No, I didn't. But I just did.
It got so bad, we decided to pick up a storybook and entertain ourselves reading about Blancanieves and the 7 dwarves.
|Note the quantity of soda. not pictured: even more soda, diapers, milk, and angry-looking wife|
Also purchased: flour tortillas (no corn there, grrr), imported Italian pasta, aaand, that's it. They bother to import ramen noodles, but they can't bring in a thing of jalapeños? Tragic.
You're next, Walmart.