Shortly after I relocated to the People?s Republic of Massachusetts, back there when I was in the corporate world, a business associate pulled me off to the side to ?educate? this poor Southerner on the ways of Bostonians. There are three ironclad rules to live by said my buddy:
?Thank you?.
?Yep?.
So, fast forward to a few days ago. My son asked if I wanted to go to Trader Joe?s. I had only been one other time and honestly, have never been able to understand the big deal with Trader Joe?s. We walked into the store and my son headed for the aisle where they store the salad dressings and sauces and stuff. I decided to just stand off to the side of the main aisle. I had heard about Two Dollar Chuck so I thought I would see how many bottles folks carried to the register. I could not have been there more than ten seconds when all of a sudden, I was knocked to the floor. I heard a woman yell, ?They are out of Merlot; better hurry if you want the Shiraz.? Next thing I know, as I tried to stand up, two hundred women knocked me down and trampled me. One was carrying a blue cloth bag and I figured she was she letter carrier and had brought mail to Trader Joe?s but the bag was filled with heavy hard things (later, I discovered it was a bunch of wine bottles) and she knocked me down with the bottles and almost knocked me out.
My son found my crumpled body. I was still in a stupor.
?What happened Dad??
?Well, I?m not sure. There must have been two hundred women running towards the wine boxes over there?.
?Dad, you were standing in the Two Dollar Chuck lane! Never never never stand in the lane between the front doors and the wine boxes.?
?What is Two Dollar Chuck??
?It?s wine that cost two dollar per bottle?.
?It cannot be that good, right??
?I don?t know Dad. They seem to love it?.
I finally got my balance and what was left of my senses and we walked to the cashier lane. We took the long way, ever mindful of the fast lane known as TDC Lane. I never did get within three blocks of Filene?s so I cannot compare the terror of Trader Joe?s to Filene?s but the Filene?s crowd had better wear their game face to compete with the Two Dollar Chuck warriors.
Live and learn I always say.
The cashier had seen everything and asked if I were okay.
?Yes, I am. Thank you.?
?Yep.?
- Filene?s is a local department store. Periodically, they have a basement sale and women line up outside the doors for days. Never allow yourself to get within three blocks of Filene?s on the day of the sale. A guy from Utah walked by at the wrong time and he was trampled and stampeded. They had to use hair samples to run his DNA to prove his identity;
- When someone says ?thank you?, never never never say ?you?re welcome? or some other weak, nonsensical Southern reply. You say ?yep?. ?Yep?? ?Yes, yep?;
- When you enter a rotary, never never never let the other guy see you looking at him. It requires the ability to look at other drivers with your eyes. No head movement is allowed. If they see you see them, you are regarded as weak and scared and you are theirs and they will take the right of way. There was a guy from West Virginia who got stuck on the Rt. 2 rotary for seven hours. He finally ran out of gas and they rear-ended him. His car blew up and well, the rest is history.
?Thank you?.
?Yep?.
So, fast forward to a few days ago. My son asked if I wanted to go to Trader Joe?s. I had only been one other time and honestly, have never been able to understand the big deal with Trader Joe?s. We walked into the store and my son headed for the aisle where they store the salad dressings and sauces and stuff. I decided to just stand off to the side of the main aisle. I had heard about Two Dollar Chuck so I thought I would see how many bottles folks carried to the register. I could not have been there more than ten seconds when all of a sudden, I was knocked to the floor. I heard a woman yell, ?They are out of Merlot; better hurry if you want the Shiraz.? Next thing I know, as I tried to stand up, two hundred women knocked me down and trampled me. One was carrying a blue cloth bag and I figured she was she letter carrier and had brought mail to Trader Joe?s but the bag was filled with heavy hard things (later, I discovered it was a bunch of wine bottles) and she knocked me down with the bottles and almost knocked me out.
My son found my crumpled body. I was still in a stupor.
?What happened Dad??
?Well, I?m not sure. There must have been two hundred women running towards the wine boxes over there?.
?Dad, you were standing in the Two Dollar Chuck lane! Never never never stand in the lane between the front doors and the wine boxes.?
?What is Two Dollar Chuck??
?It?s wine that cost two dollar per bottle?.
?It cannot be that good, right??
?I don?t know Dad. They seem to love it?.
I finally got my balance and what was left of my senses and we walked to the cashier lane. We took the long way, ever mindful of the fast lane known as TDC Lane. I never did get within three blocks of Filene?s so I cannot compare the terror of Trader Joe?s to Filene?s but the Filene?s crowd had better wear their game face to compete with the Two Dollar Chuck warriors.
Live and learn I always say.
The cashier had seen everything and asked if I were okay.
?Yes, I am. Thank you.?
?Yep.?