I am not a “go to” person in terms of directions, street names, or any of the other geographical markers people commonly use for navigating. However, according to my parents, it has recently become nearly impossible to see the sign for 495S after you drive across the Bourne Bridge when departing Cape Cod. Apparently, the sign is miniscule and the exit ramp comes up abruptly after passing the near-invisible sign. If you pass the exit, you end up heading towards Boston without even knowing it. We missed the sign on one recent trip and ended up adding a solid hour to our journey. Clearly, the miniature sign was designed by a Red Sox fan with the intention of screwing up any Yankee fans who might innocently be heading back to New York.
Sometimes it appears that certain people from Massachusetts have it in for people from New York. A line is drawn in the sand, although I find it hard to believe that it stems entirely from that infamous baseball rivalry. On Nantucket, there is a sense that if you are from New York, then you have come for no other purpose than to empty your wallet.
The prices on certain items in stores on the island occasionally make me bug-eyed. Look at the price on these organic eggs and pineapple juice. I seriously only bought the juice because I wanted to make pina coladas and was desperate to avoid a painful trip to Stop & Shop.
In the past, this upscale store has offered a “friend of the farmer” discount on Tuesdays for card holders. That perk no longer exists, I am told, because apparently, they aren’t making enough money. What??!! They’re getting $9.00 for pineapple juice and eggs, but they aren’t making enough money? In the end, I decided that buying “the champagne of pineapple juices” was my own little contribution to the local economy.