Oh, Macey's! How I longed for you to save me from the tendrils of the Evil Valmart! I yearned for your small-town charm, your fresh produce and your checkout paper bags. I came to you in the night and wandered your aisles lost and, yet, found.
But as I reached for your merchandise (snort), I found your prices lacking. What happened? What changed? And at your register, you did not take my internet coupons for milk and cheese. You rejected them (and thus, me) with no explanation, forcing me to leave behind my cheese, my milk, and yes, my heart.
So long, dear Macey's. I sink into the abyss of the Evil Valmart. I will come back for your assortment of emergency preparedness supplies, but I will not stay. You may own my heart, but my wallet belongs to Valmart.