Kroger

The Howell Kroger is an oasis of boundless delights. I’ve lost countless hours there enjoying the simple pleasantries of this hometown grocer.
The recent remodel stirs the senses, inspiring your girlfriend to nag about the lack of organization in your own home. The seasonal fireworks encourage patriotism, and the low priced school supplies ensure your children will stay in school. The beautiful woman who prepares fresh sushi is quite the conversationalist, open to discussing the finer points of culinary cunning, or even the complexities of the online course she is taking on metaphysics and epistemology. Ah, this Kroger is an experience all to its own. It exudes class, bubbles forth an ironclad fortitude, and is a reservoir for the soul.
The store is clean, and swells to capacity with the kind of folks who make you proud to be an American. The cashiers are friendly, slipping you plenty of free extras as you check out; free smiles, priceless quips, and the occasional wink.
My only disappointment is this; The build your own 6 pack section has not helped me fortify my abdomen. Sadly my once frail and thin frame has now burst forth with waistline girth and frivolity.
This Kroger, and no other Kroger, will bring you success and happiness for years to come. I highly suggest you straighten out your affairs and attend.