Shopping for Food, and Community, at Aldi

A grocery store arose at the corner of Penn and Lowry in the middle of a federally designated food desert some years ago, but it was no mirage. With healthy foods, organic produce and household items, Aldi is my oasis. The costs stay low through small measures: no fancy displays, no free bags, no piped-in music, and grocery carts that cost a quarter — refundable when returned to their corral.

Instead of putting the carts back into their stall at the end of each visit, though, many of us shoppers hand them off to the next people coming in, accepting the quarters they proffer. Sometimes someone refuses my quarter, and I’ll get a cart for free; other times I’ll wave away the quarter offered for my cart. Every time, it makes me smile.

Aldi’s inventory has exploded and improved over time. Sometimes special items — kombucha or goat cheese — appeared on Aldi’s shelves, making me smile, too. The store always delivers interesting surprises.

And so does its parking lot.

“Got any spare change?” a man said one day, walking a little too close to me as I headed to my car.

“Just this.” I handed him the quarter I had gotten back from my cart.

He grunted. “That’s not enough.”

If you hit up enough people for their cart money, it adds up, I felt like saying. Instead, I shrugged and dropped the quarter into my coat pocket. The man shuffled away.

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The Aldi at Penn and Lowry in Minneapolis is a place to find both groceries and a good slice of real life.

One day, I hopped out of the car and headed toward Aldi’s front doors. A young woman approached me.

“Can I just get a few dollars?” she said, her face contorting. “I’m so hungry.”

“I could buy you some groceries,” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Really?” Then she turned all business. “So, what’s my budget?”

“Hmm. Six dollars.”

She nodded and followed me inside the store. First, she snapped up a package of sandwich cookies. Sweets aren’t a good choice on an empty stomach, the mom in me felt like saying, but I sealed my mouth shut.

“My girl is in private school in Edina,” she said, pulling a gallon of milk from the cooler. “It’s so expensive I can hardly make it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I can imagine.”

She filled her arms with a box of crackers, a loaf of bread, a bag of chips. We stepped in line to pay. The young woman dropped her items onto the conveyor belt.

“Will you be OK carrying all this home?” I said as the cashier rang up her items.

She nodded. “My house is just a block away.”

An older woman behind me in line tapped my shoulder and leaned in, her voice low. “Are you buying those groceries for her?”

“Yeah, why?”

“She already asked me to buy these for her.” She indicated eight items on the belt behind my order. She cleared her throat and turned her eyes to slits. “Excuse me,” she said to the young woman. “You just said you live a block away, but you told me you were homeless.”

The young woman raised her shoulders and eyebrows. “By homeless I meant I don’t own the house I live at.”

The older woman let out a bitter snort. “Right.”

The cashier and I exchanged a look. And the young woman scurried away that day with a bag full of food, because no matter what, she needed it.


On another shopping trip, I strode across the parking lot to Aldi’s sliding glass doors. Icy winds sliced me. I quickened my pace.Aldi Logo

A man’s voice coming from 30 yards behind me cut through the frozen air. Something, something, “—black backpack!”

What was he shouting?

The late-afternoon crowd zipped into the store, and I darted for the doors, too. After a long day, I would make this one fast. Ciabatta rolls, almonds, avocados, eggs. I could be in and out in 10 minutes.

Something, something “—black backpack!” the man yelled again.

Wait. I carried a black backpack purse. Was he hollering at me? I entered the store and encountered the chips section. My interest in Holler Guy’s incoherent communication style disappeared as fast as the Pringles would if I brought some home.

Something, something “—black backpack!” the man bellowed again from just outside the doors.

He entered the store and caught up with me in the trail mix area.

“That was me calling you,” Holler Guy said, his tone cheery. He tilted his head, assessing me. “From back there, you looked much younger.”

I bunched my lips to one side, harrumphed, and returned to my browsing.

Much younger? He appeared to be in his late 50s. Did he make a lot of connections shouting at much younger women in grocery store parking lots? I wrinkled my nose.

“I wanna dance with somebody,” he sang as he poked through the condiments at the end of the aisle. “I wanna feel the heat with somebody.” He plucked a bottle of ketchup from the shelf. “With somebody who loves me.”

I smiled, shaking my head. Only Whitney Houston sang the song better than Holler Guy. Maybe he’d have more success with the ladies if he stopped yelling and serenaded them instead. But I didn’t tell him that. I still had to find the ciabatta rolls.

Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy the adventure that is food shopping in our Minneapolis neighborhood. It calls for a roving gaze over the parking lot whenever I climb from my vehicle. On most trips, someone asks me for money or blurts unseemly comments for the world to hear. Different grocery stores in other neighborhoods make me yawn, however. Though pretty and predictable, they’re bland excursions with only one outcome: groceries.

But not our Aldi. With delicious eats and built-in entertainment, we come home each time with so much more than food.

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5 Responses to Shopping for Food, and Community, at Aldi

  1. Serafina Scheel
    Serafina Scheel July 24, 2020 at 1:37 pm #

    What a delightful essay on the joys of shopping at Aldi. Although mine is on Franklin Ave. near Hiawatha, it shares some of the same parking lot adventures with people from all walks of life. I’ll always remember the time I parked a bit farther away to avoid the chaos of parking close up, only to discover the carts stop rolling once you cross an invisible boundary. Young men jumped into action to carry my groceries for me across the parking lot.

  2. Rosa July 24, 2020 at 6:44 pm #

    The explosion of Aldis is one of the best thing to happen in our neighborhoods the last few years. They’re almost all on bus routes, and the quality & price are great.

    My favorite memory of the Franklin Ave one is a couple summers ago some kids tried to buy popsicles with their mom’s card when she wasn’t there, and the cashier wouldn’t ring it up for them, so the guy behind me bought them the popsicles. Then he paid for his own box of ice cream bars, walked out front, opened one for himself and handed the rest out on the sidewalk! Said he was on his lunch break and only wanted one anyway.

  3. Steve Gjerdingen July 31, 2020 at 11:16 am #

    Ditto on unique adventures happening at Aldis. I think my most memorable experience there (at the Franklin location) was sometime around 6pm on a weeknight during the winter. A woman from outside ran into the store and told store staff that a man out on the sidewalk on Franklin Ave was seriously distraught and considering killing himself right there. I believe the security person walked out to check on things. I was finishing up at the register during the time and walked out not long after she said that. When I got outside, a number of people were standing around this person, supporting him. One woman in particular (a stranger to the man) was giving this man words of hope and telling him how much he was loved. It seemed like the situation was much deescalated compared to what it had been a minute earlier.

    Aldis seems to be the only chain grocery stores that isn’t afraid to locate into the heart of the city, even in the neighborhoods that face many challenges. They also seem to be one of the only chain grocery stores (other than maybe Whole Foods) that consistently does a good job of urban design when they build out their city stores.

    • Serafina Scheel
      Serafina Scheel July 31, 2020 at 2:26 pm #

      It also seems that Aldi either hires people with really strong interpersonal skills or trains and supports them well on treating everyone with dignity and respect. I was impressed with how the Franklin Aldi rolled with it when the Hiawatha encampment brought a surge of people in needful situations to their doorstep.

  4. Russ Booth July 31, 2020 at 1:43 pm #

    East Lake Aldi’s is mine. Aldi’s has the best chocolate!

    The quarter exchange is often multi-cultural. It’s one of the only ways for a white guy like me to interact with Somali women – because they have or need a cart. Then maybe with a Latina on my way out.

    I have bought homemade tamales – the best kind – from the back of a van in the parking lot.

    I gave a Native American man a dollar coin in the parking lot once. He didn’t know what it was but I explained – one US dollar. Did he know who Sacagawea was? I don’t know.

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