OMG that rearranging of the store makes me so angry. Just when I get a system down for getting in, getting what I need to get off my list, and getting out and

OMG that rearranging of the store makes me so angry. Just when I get a system down for getting in, getting what I need to get off my list, and getting out and they throw that monkey wrench in. That and using stacks of items as road blocks in the aisles to slow me down in front of higher-margin items. They don't need roadblocks with my pokey-shopping neighbors who stand in the middle of the aisle and stare at the two boxes of white-label pasta in each hand, attempting to calculate in their heads which one is the cheapest per noodle (my dad and grandmother being chief offenders here) all the while completely oblivious to my nasty glares because I just want to get past them so I can get to the sauce and move on.