Pittsburgh-Bound! Part III I moved to Atlanta in December of last year from Pittsburgh and had yet to be back. Virtually every Labor Day weekend of my entire life was spent in Pittsburgh with my parents, as my birthday falls within the window. I promised my folks that I would make a long weekend out of it, and head on home. The following reviews are a step-by-step account of the long weekend. Enjoy! (For Part II, go to: ) Mamma H needed to pick up some supplies for dinner, so I ran out shopping with her. Giant Eagle has only gotten better over the years with the inception of the Market District brand which is an obvious attempt at competing with higher end stores like Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, and Wegman’s. They’ve done a great job, and every time I go to this particular Giant Eagle, I’m jealous over the quality of the produce and the great cheese selection that I am unable to get when I’m home. We worked our way up and down the aisles, talking and in no particular rush. We turned a corner and a man and his girlfriend decided to sprawl themselves and their cart across the 6 foot wide aisle. We abruptly stopped and kept on talking, just waiting for them to move. They stared at us with a deer in the headlights look until they finally looked at each other in disgust that they had to move. «Only at Giant Eagle», the guy muttered under his breath to his goofy looking lady-friend. At that moment, I looked at the two of them and said, «Yeah, only at Giant Eagle would two assholes clog an entire aisle assuming that everyone else should wait while they choose the perfect can of Spam.» Deer-in-the-headlights focused in on us once again as we moved ahead. Of course, knowing the kind of person I am, my mom had no choice but to laugh. I bet those dicks are parked sideways in the middle of Route 8 right now, confused as to why everyone is honking their horns and flipping them off. «Only on Route 8…» (For Part IV, go to: )
