Why Erica Needs to Join the Food Coop, Part III
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Some of you may have read of my ongoing recruitment efforts to get Erica to join the partay that is membership in the Park Slope Food Coop. Frankly, I don't know how she can call herself a Park Slope blogger without drinking the kombucha (from a reasonably priced recyclable metal container, $8.99?). How can you properly make fun of the Food Coop without ever attending an orientation or working a shift?
My efforts have been hampered not only by Erica's ever-so-polite intransigence (you have NO idea how well-mannered she is in real life), but also by the fact that the fucking Food Coop has actually had a MONTHS LONG WAITING LIST for new orientations.
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