Going to wholefoods in my college town used to be pretty funny. It was a solid mix of old hippies and trustifarians, with a handful of normal people mixed in. I used to go to pick up their pre-made deli food for my grandma, (she n loved the quinoa cakes, and Buddhist delight tofu) and for a while was buying my LSD from one of the produce guys, who was just pretty openly dealing in the store.

They also used to keep cases of 2 buck chuck in the door vestibule, and absolutely didnt care if kids stole it- lien at one point, I remember a teen walk over a staff member, ask which ones were the red wine, thank him, and then just load a couple cases Into his truck and drive off, eithout ever going inside, and while the staff member just continued chatting with his coworker.