Word: supermarket
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...case for a preoccupation with packaging is that the average supermarket shopper spends 27 minutes in a store containing 6,300 items and selects 13.7 of them-half on impulse. (If the shopper is a man, he is even more impulsive.) Gone are the days when a manufacturer chose a box because it was the right size and strength, then counted on the familiarity of his product to sell it. Self-service shopping has forced packages to take on many of the functions of advertising, or of the oldtime grocer's recommendation. With increasing competition for shelf space, each...
...early as 9 a.m., tight-skirted hustlers prowl the square before Rome's modernistic railway station; by noon, they are ensconced on the benches of the Pincio Garden, casting provocative glances over the tops of sunglasses at passersby; by dinnertime, they begin congregating near Rome's biggest supermarket alongside Olympic Village and beside the vast ruins of the Baths of Caracalla. At 9 o'clock, on the corner of Via Sistina near the Piazza di Spagna. the prettiest prostitutes appear, dressed not as professional hookers but as sweet little schoolgirls...
...Gallic habit: one-stop shopping à l'Américaine. The pioneer and fastest-growing example of the trend is Prisunic (One-Price), the Continent's largest retail chain and a sort of bouillabaisse of the U.S. five-and-dime store, the discount house and the supermarket. In Prisunic's 304 stores, shoppers avidly fill their carts with blue jeans and brassières, meat and mushrooms, toys and tools-while canned music wafts across crowded aisles, pretty girls demonstrate how to cook frozen foods, and cash registers tinkle at busy check-out counters...
...never opened a supermarket, and I never will. When M-G-M wanted me to let my picture be put on the bottom of 90 million boxes of Kleenex, I refused. 'What could be worse,' I asked them, 'than being in 90 million bathrooms...
...caretaker of the local synagogue, but he is no sooner out of the synagogue than he is off to steal food from the supermarket. His adventure has all the suspense of Hannibal crossing the Alps. First he jauntily cases the store, pocketing a contest blank: ''Why I like Queen Mist Tuna, in 25 words or less. Maybe I should tell them. Maybe I should write them how to steal from a supermarket. In 25 words." He thrusts some items into his oversized jacket. But a box of crackers is too large and causes a bulge. He is terrified...