It's not that it's always crowded, it's not the hypocrisy of their touting sustainability while selling Chilean Tomatoes in the Garden State, it's not the fact that they charge five clams for a tomato and cheese sandwich. The real problem with Whole Foods, at least here at the Boulder branch, is that the entire joint is crawling with two kinds of people, both of whom are irritating to the point that they give me a headache.
On the one hand, you have these self-absorbed health nuts wandering the aisles in their Patagonia walking pants and their Crocs and their hydration packs, zipping to and fro, stopping short at every goddamned free sample hawker (of which there are too many crowding the crowded aisles -- a topic for another rant later), all the while wearing these sickeningly smug, self-satisfied smirks on their faces that seem to say "look at me; I'm never going to die".
On the other hand you have these Patchouli-laden Naropa University poetry majors (hippies) to contend with. These free spirit-types like to float around the aisles -- slowly, I might add -- in search of tempeh, or flax. They get in the way, and they annoy me when they get upset over my overt displays of displeasure with their aroma and their happy attitude.
I just want to get something with meat in it and get the hell outta there, for chrissakes.
After doing battle with these evil forces for 20 minutes, I have usually lost whatever appetite I had, and my blood pressure is up 20 points to boot. I could actually eat nothing but grass smoothies in that joint and I'd still be unhealthier than if I simply went to El Taco Loco every day as is my wont, simply because the chilled-out groovy healthy climate in Whole Foods drives me NUTSO!
(I guess this is the first post on this website filed under Boulder and complaints. Don't worry, I still love it here. I just hate everyone in Whole Foods. Oh, and the drivers all suck here too.)