I was so excited about the prices, having spent only $85.67 for my weekly grocery trip! It was a surprise to me to see how much cheaper some of their products were compared to my regular go-to stores of Giant and Redner's.
Surprisingly, things ran at least $1 cheaper per item and these were organic to boot! I loaded up on fresh fruits, veggies, fish and several pounds of the grass fed beef. Considering, all the meat and produce I purchased I was expecting to run a bill closer to the $130 range. I was ecstatic when the teller declared, "$85.67."
As I drove away, thrilled with my cheaper than usual grocery store experience, I called Hubby. This warranted his praise. He seemed pleased at the savings, but that really wasn't enough for me. I reiterated the fact that I had purchased several POUNDS of GRASS FED BEEF and WILD SALMON. He got the hint and lauded, with the appropriate measure of huge appreciation and awe, my excellent ability to hunt and gather at a cheaper rate!
While unloading the groceries at home, I came across the receipt in the bag. Still elated from my stellar success at savings, I glanced over the bill before intending to recycle it. Horror struck, I realized that the wild salmon, priced at $13.99, was nowhere on the receipt.
After several searches, my bubble was burst and I stared deflated at my Trader Joe's receipt, knowing that this meant a trip back to the store to pay for my unintended "stolen" fish.
Doing the right thing was quite annoying, especially when living a half hour drive from Trader Joe's.
I glanced back at the receipt for a phone number and promptly called the store. I explained the situation and the fact that I would not be able to get back down to pay until I was in the area again the next week. The gentleman thanked me for my honesty and said I could come back and pay for it anytime.
I hung up. Annoyed.
Naturally, I had expected a "No problem, Ma'am. Our mistake. The customer's always right" response. It had been their fault. I saw the teller scan it and put it on the side. Unlike larger chains, Trader Joe's takes your cart behind the cash register, unloads it as they scan each item and puts it aside to be bagged. So it is not as if I forgot to pull it out of the cart like some little candy bar or toothbrush.
I hoped my meatloaf, made with the grass fed beef, would cheer me up. Unfortunately, I found the texture and taste to be much more like venison than beef: "gamey." Perhaps the sting of the "stolen" salmon spoiled my appetite and I hoped that I could find a better dish for the remaining pounds of organic grass fed beef I had purchased.
Today was the day I had planned to stop back in at Trader Joe's after my weekly chiropractor appointment in the area. My visit went long and I debated if I had enough time to run in and pay for my "stolen" salmon. Of course, I felt I should go ahead and get it over with as fast as possible so as not to drag it out another week.
I arrived at Trader Joe's, grabbed a few items on my way to customer service and pulled out my old receipt with the salmon price tag stuck to the back of it. I explained the situation to the managers.
They stared at me in shock, glanced at one another, back at me, hesitated with a few "uh?, uh?"
Clearly, neither of them knew just what to do with me.
Finally, the one gentleman told the lady that they would write it off and happily declared to me, "Honesty is the best policy!" And they both thanked me immensely for coming back.
No, no, THANK YOU, Trader Joe's! That salmon is gonna taste even better now!