Sure, they might be a bit more spendy than the Fry's down the street. But my sanity is worth that price.
While that Fry's is a zoo 24/7, (I'll have to review it separately), Albertsons is an oasis of banal pleasure. It starts with the Starbucks at the entrance, and ends with the sweet emo kid who mans the register.
The produce man always greets me, and even though I know he is forced to do so, it's still nice. Nice. That's how the whole store is -- uncrowded, wide aisles, neatly stocked goods, everything clean and tidy -- nice. It's like the valium of grocery stores.