Winn-Dixie

There is a Great Grocery, and it’s Called Winn-​Dixie
The last time my husband and I went there, a middle-​aged bagger exclaimed, «Hey there Wildcat,» and smiled in a nice way at me upon our entering because I wore a U of A sweatshirt of cardinal and navy. Several other employees have also smiled at me in the past, and once I told my husband that one of them was my new friend, which prompted him to kind of laugh and say «shut up,» in a not unfriendly manner because my husband thinks I say I want to be everyone’s friend that I see when I’m not at my own job, and while it’s true I’ve made similar sorts of comments off-​handedly about the people with whom we interact at Publix, I think I mean it more about those with whom we interact at Winn-​Dixie. Now I will write some strong images of Winn-​Dixie. Its ceilings are high, like a castle. It’s got row upon row of what I’ve been calling halls of food, but I know there’s a different word. My husband just confirmed that «halls» is definitely wrong because halls of food would be enclosed, with like a ceiling, but, as my husband points out, at Winn-​Dixie, the grocery opens to a florescence of sky like a most sun-​filled aviary whose birds have passed.