A supermarket in the suburbs of Buenos Aires on an early Saturday evening is not for the faint of heart (or the impatient). This is one of the peak shopping times and buggies are moving through the aisles like bumper cars at Dollywood with the occasional "Permiso" to signal a turn. Carts with the most items seem to have the right of way and wayward gringas in awe of all the varied products and vocabulary are the least of these in the order of aisles. The queue to pay could easily add thirty additional minutes to your trip but affords additional opportunities to dodge carts.
It's wonderfully chaotic. I continue to be mesmerized (and nearly run over) each trip.
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