I am always disappointed that Trader Joe’s does not let you actually trade for items. It seems to be a great deception in regards to their name, just like Dress Barn isn’t really housed in a Barn and Burlington Coat Factory isn’t an actual factory.
It would be rather exciting to walk into Trader Joe’s and bargain with the cashier. “I will give you this never-used souvenir coffee mug from San Francisco for two boxes of blueberry oatmeal. What do you say?” What do you think I’d have to exchange for the huge pumpkin pictured above that was in the lobby of the Ann Arbor store?
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That’s a big pumpkin!!
Years ago I lived right by that store and had enough free time to browse, and find something interesting, and go home and prepare it. I miss those days.
I’ve been reading your site for awhile – and I read your book – your posts ALWAYS make me laugh – and I’ve often wondered the same thing about Trader Joes. Was it once a trading store? Was Joe one who traded? Is his ultimate dream to have a store where indeed people trade? Whatever the case, I’ll take the prices any day!
I’m also in Indy – one of things I love the most is when you talk about places around town I actually know what you’re talking about! I’m attempting to train for the mini this May – and have 70+ pounds to lose in the meantime. Day by day – I’m a work in progress!
Thanks for your humor!
maybe an hour’s worth of mopping?
I always thought Dress Barn was the worst idea ever for the name of a women’s clothing store. Why would I buy my clothes in a place I cows live? Do the cows get fancy dresses too?
Yeah, I bet his real name isn’t even Joe, either.
Now here’s barter for you:
Indiana Clinic Lets Patients Work Off Bills, doing things like restocking locally grown organic apples in the produce section at a co-op. I think this should be implemented in a lot more places. I would do this just to lower my dental bills.
Hey, Hallowe’en’s over – I say they should pay *you* to take it!
I’ve got it: tell the manager you’re a local artist and want to carve the faces of all the store employees into the pumpkin, but first you need to take the pumpkin home to “prepare” it. Give them a fake name and contact info. Take the pumpkin home and never return to the store. No barter required!
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For the record, Dress Barns back in the early 80s were done up in a barn motif. And yes, they did have fancy dresses for cows…it’s where I got my senior prom dress. :)
(First time poster, long time luker and reader of Half-Assed. You are quite a lady Ms. Fulda!)
Did you get some of the pumpkin pancake batter mix? I did and it was INCREDIBLE!!!!
Buy some before it goes away for the season. Seriously.
I’m still hoping for a Trader Joe’s here at all, barter or no barter. I hear they are awesome!
Made an really good pumpkin curry soup the other day that was a dump and heat quick dinner type of recipe. Didn’t make it up, just found it. :) Are you ever looking for tried and tasty recipes?
The cashier at TJ’s gave me a boquet of flowers once because I saw a lady behind me with just one item and let her go ahead of me. I thought that was pretty cool.
I used to live down by that store in Ann Arbor. And I totally agree about the names of certain stores. Cracks me up! :)
I was disapointed that Burlington Coat Factory had more that coats the only time I went to one. Yes, as a college student I still felt let down by a company. *L* However, eight years or so later I still have the coat I bought there.
OMG – thank God I wasn’t drinking coffee when I read this or I would have a freshly-sprayed coffee monitor! Freakin’ HILARIOUS!
I can tell you that I discovered TJ’s in California in 1989, and they’ve NEVER traded but they’ve always made the finest tortillas anywhere! (The tortillas and I had a big love affair for many months before I found Weight Watchers).
You slay me!