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Review: I live a few blocks from Mollie Stone's but never shop there, opting to walk four more blocks to Country Sun instead. Whenever I walk into Mollie Stone's, I'm greeted by the smell of urine. Yes, it's urine, not fish. Where it's coming from is anyone's guess. Needless to say this is not a good first impression. Last time I had to buy something there (due to its unavailability at Country Sun), I was shocked and horrified to watch my naked produce (I opted to skip bags, as I didn't have that much stuff) dragged through a wet spot that the cashier had just created by dragging the previous customer's dripping chicken package across the bar code reader. As I tried to figure out what to do, the cashier proceeded to charge me $15/lb. for a peach, having punched in the code for honeycomb (yes, as in bees) instead. Aghast, I corrected her, took my stuff, and left. That night I cooked the heck out of those peppers and cilantro and vowed not to return under normal circumstances.