PAK’nSAVE Hastings

I hope this message finds you well. I would like to kindly suggest adding more parking spaces designated for parents with young children. Every time we come here, these spots are always full, and it is very difficult and inconvenient to carry a child and groceries from far away. Having more parent-friendly parking would really help families like ours and make the shopping experience much more comfortable and accessible.

As first shoppers at Pak 'n Save ever we bought a trolley full and thought we were saving, but the prices on the shelf was not the same as the prices we paid. The lady that assisted us when we paid did not ask if we wanted bags and just packed everything back in our trolley before we could say anything. We had to manage without bags and a trolley full of groceries. Needless to say we paid double than we anticipated as the prices were not at all what was on the shelf as advertised. We only saw this when we left on our slip. Very disappointed.

Thought I'd try online shopping to make budgeting easier as a single mother. Won't do that again. Despite the app saying it had saved changes to my order it hadn't so I got products I didn't want and didn't get products I wanted.

Congested but good underground free parking to stay dry. Meat selection has dropped. Maybe it's the timing. Meat definitely dropped in selection been back a few times now

Ah yes, Paknsave Hastings – ye olde grocery store. Dabbling around and spewing nonsensical gobbledygook regarding the current surge in inflation or the cost of living crisis is NOT what I intend to type here. Instead, my thoughts about this classic supermarket shall be conveyed with a virtuous manner, eluding the dangers that encapsulate my pitiable wallet. Within my weekly expeditions, the arrival to Paknsave Hastings is a notable attainment bestowed upon I by my cherished mother, who, as an erstwhile cashier, has been shopping here frequently for well-nigh two dozen years. Throughout my ventures, I have observed premonitory warmth imbued in the embrace of these striking yellow walls. Quite contrary notions, I know, but it’s true! The cordial atmosphere seems pleasant during your first encounters, nevertheless it appears to decay into the menacing glares possessed by the several hundred meat vessels congested into this establishment. As an aftermath of espying all of these transfixed strangers, I have been forced to undergo an intricate metamorphosis, transmuting into one who disregards the stares and glares of others! This experience has matured me, striking knowledge which I was unbeknownst to (prior to my weekly jaunts to this organization). Several moons ago, a peculiar event transpired that I must share! Why, as I frolicked about, espying each individual victual bestowed upon the shelves, I encountered a whimsical lady, dressed in grotesque overalls and a vibrant pink shawl. She trotted up to me and began enlightening me with facts regarding the Islamic Quran. I subtly attempted to stumble away. However, to my chagrin, I failed to achieve my goal. The droll woman was affixed to my side. She was growing on me… Like a wart! In sooth, a worker noticed my growing distaste and strolled up to appease my immense agony... Or so I thought! She seemed enthralled by the woman and joined into her rambling, obnoxiously tailing me around the store. Swiftly, I abandoned my shopping cart and departed to the registers. As the self checkouts were teeming with unaware chunks of meat, I had no choice but to venture through the miniscule gap between several customers. Many glances were shot my way as I expertly dashed out of here, due to return in a week’s time. Thanks, Ann, for ludicrously adhering to my every move alongside the unwavering babushka-looking lady. Now, I’d like to say that I am NOT against people of her kindred spirits, in fact, I admire her perseverance! Although, it was getting quite obnoxious towards the end… No thanks!