(First ever zero star review)
What can you say about this place that other reviewers have not? This place is insane on so many levels my blood pressure begins to soar every time I drive by the place. I have had so many WTF instances in this Acme, aka the Crackme, I begin to lose count. From the whacked-out ghetto customers (seriously they make Walmart customers look normal), to the surly rude disinterested staff, to the layout of the store, to the lack of normal grocery items, this place is the epitome of the word FRUSTRATION.
Very rarely can one make a quick grocery run, and get in and out in a few minutes. There are always lengthy waits, especially for the 10 items or less line, and the ridiculous self check out computer/scanner almost always overprices an item in my group when it's scanned. I freaking hate self check out. I am doing someones job. "Please scan item" No. "Please robotically eff yourself" And guess what? I should receive a discount for doing it. Take a percentage off my total. Give me a discount on a future purchase. Something. Now, after countless visits, whenever I am in there, and an item is overpriced by the self checkout, or one of the brilliant staff, I ask for it for free. It usually works. You should too. Then maybe they will calibrate their effing machines correctly. I would LOVE to wear a heart rate monitor when I am in the store. I am sure my BPMs are through the roof. It's like my heart is a DJ pumping out shitty techno music. Countless instances I have been so close to a full fledged Tourette Syndrome break down, I don't know how I have restrained myself. I've been merely microseconds away from a litany of four letter expletives so wrong and horrific that anyone over the age of 60 would keel over, and hold their head as blood begins to ooze from their ears. If I had the telekinetic power of Carrie from the Stephen King book, pig blood would rain down and flood the aisles. Shopping carts would take on a life of their own running over managers and employees, smashing everything in sight. Produce would fly off the shelves smashing windows, and senior citizens. Maybe I have anger management issues? Maybe I have seen the same look in others eyes as their frustration thermometers begin to rise, and the thermometer begins to crack? Maybe this place was shat out by Lucifer himself?
I usually avoid the Crackme like the plague, but the 3-6 times a year I do go I always wonder why someone has not leveled it, and rebuilt. It has a huge parking lot that is never filled, and sits on some prime Trolley Square real estate. Make it bigger. Sell off some of the land. Force the re-re Greenville cycling crew that parks across the street that takes up every single parking spot in the lot to park there. I seriously implore you to go to this Acme. Don't take my word for it. Just go. FEEL the frustration. Savor it. You can use it as a barometer to judge everything else in your life. Kids are melting down in the back seat, and little Johnny just shoved 14 Cheerios up his nose and can't get them out? Shit. You'll be laying on a Caribbean beach with a tropical drink in hand in your mind compared to that one time you went to Satan's grocery store. You're sitting in 5 hours of beach traffic and you haven't moved in an hour. No worries, MATE.
Just go. Please. I dare you. read more