Ah, dearest Aldi. My mainstay for low prices and a surprisingly ample selection of quality groceries and cat litter. Aldi is the reason that I (almost) got through my time at Illinois without debt. You'd be hard-pressed to push over $60 here even with an overflowing cart stuffed above and below with goodies.
In fact, I love the place so much that I'm not even bothered by 1) being nearly run-over in the busy parking lot by beat up mini-vans with blaring music; 2) being hit with agressive shopping carts to which numerous little kids are hanging on the sides; 3) having people take forever to check-out only to realize they don't have enough money, after which they slowly and judiciously parcel out items one at a time to reach a total of $3 less; 4) having people continually try to use credit cards at check-out even though it's pretty clear the place is a cash and carry establishment; 5) listening to half the shoppers speak in another language who cannot understand how to get out of the middle of the only 4 aisles; 6) being approached by numerous shoppers asking where they can find X Product because they think I work there, although I never wear anything that remotely looks like an Aldi uniform; 7) never being able to find anything in-stock on weekends because everyone and his brother shops the store out of stock, re-stock, and re-re-stock; and 8) watching all of my newly purchased goods be perilously zoomed across the check-out scanner and dumped into a pile upon the bottom of an ever-unforgiving metal cart. I have to add here, though, that the check-out folks have rarely smashed anything that I've bought. It just takes several trips to trust them given the frenzy that checking out is.
*sigh* I love Aldi.