There are two Market Baskets near me but unless I shop at crazy hours (early midweek, late midweek) they're both absolute nightmares to go to. Insanely crowded, huge lines, rude patrons, etc. Generally their prices are about 20% lower, but if I factor in time and aggravation, I usually don't mind paying that 20%. Usually I have either a 5-year-old or (more often) a 2-year-old in tow, so usually I just spend the extra money and keep as much of my sanity as possible.
People have been voting for the right to work for less money for some time now. Why are people outraged?
LOL, no but I grew up in Wakefield right down the street from there. Used to be a giant landfill. The one I would go to, if I could handle the MB experience, is in Westford.
Just got back from the local MB, now that the unpleasantness is over. Kinda surreal. Meat cutters and deli clerks hugging welfare mothers. Shelfs still rather bare. Craft beer more expensive than before. Alas.
I wish I could get lobster at 4.99 a pound here. The only times it goes on sale is for about 6.99 and even then they look like jumbo shrimp.
Some day there will be a movie made about the Demoulas family. It will be like the Godfather, except Greek and stupid. In addition to making some pretty good law over the years, traipsing through the Massachusetts appellate court system, the whole thing has been a 20-year goddamn soap opera. My favorite part was where the attorneys from one side of the case lured the judge's clerk up to Nova Scotia(?!) with the offer of a job; except, what they really wanted was to squeeze the kid for proof that the judge was biased. The kid rolled on them, they were disbarred. Fun stuff. And if I remember right, I think one of the attorneys was once a candidate for higher office.
I'm hoping this production is more along the lines of what SundayJack described above. I saw "Food Fight", but it was a short documentary solely about the strike by workers and customers, and didn't get at all into the family nastiness that caused it all.
^ Agreed, Food Fight kinda sucked. "I bin wawken heah fawty yehs, nobody's gunna tell me who my CEO is . . . . Artie T fawh evah" over and over and over and over.
Somehow I survived living in NH for 20 years and didn't pick up that gawd awful accent and raised two kids that didn't either.
