aisles

And now we're here, with toyshops segregrated into pink aisles and blue aisles there's no way back.

There absolutely cannot be stairs between your front door and the aisles of the store (including bus rides).

You might as well just ship them in trucks to the frozen-foods aisles of NYC grocery stores.

My first thought: you would not want luggage blocking aisles if there's an accident on the ground.

Lots of pallets left in the aisles with stock waiting to be put on a shelf.

Why don't the aisles go directly up to a big sidewalk/walking area in front of the building and that's it?

It's not rolling-in-the-aisles piety, it's just that our community already has a bad image and stuff like this isn't helping.

That was a mixed bag - with support on both sides of the aisles, some decrying Patch Tuesday, some in support.

Dozens of aisles of electronics components, including racks of reels of surface-mount stuff.

Always sitting on aisles (when you finally get to the point where you can go to a movie) so you have an easy escape.

I think the main thing holding Walmart back from further mechanization is that their aisles still have to be human-traversable.

Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood.

Aisles weren't organized by age, or the general "types" of toys, instead they had entire aisles dedicated to specific brands or media franchises.

Candy-picked excerpt: "What I found, over four years of research and reporting, was a conscious effort — taking place in labs and marketing meetings and grocery-store aisles — to get people hooked on foods that are convenient and inexpensive."

I've heard other stores about shifting the grocery store layout from aisles to the "ring." This roughly coincides with Target stores pre-95 that were competing with Kmart for the blue collar and post '95 that focused on curated, upmarket design for the middle class.

"Nevermore will I bumble through endless confusing aisles like a pack-donkey searching for feed while the smell of rotting flesh fills my nostrils and fluorescent lights sear my eyeballs and sappy love songs torture my ears." Author needs to cheer the fuck up - his life sounds like a chore...