Tomorrow, BJ’s warehouse opens in Flushing.
To any of you outside of NYC, this might not seem like a big deal. But, here in NY, land of the shoebox apartments, big box stores are a big big deal. And groceries are really, really expensive.
So the addition of a BJ’s to the city is a pretty big deal. It’s cheap, it’s huge, you can maneuver your cart around without breaking someone’s toe, and THEY TAKE COUPONS!!!! So not only do you save 30% to begin with (the amount they estimate an average consumer will save per visit), you can clip coupons, too. Plus (and most importantly)- unlike some other warehouse stores I won’t mention – BJ’s sells items in sizes that will actually FIT into a NYC apartment.
(Not something you out there with your big houses and big garages, and walk-in pantries, and extra-fridge in the basement-types really think about when you grab a vat of Tide and a 24 pack of paper towels, now is it?)
So a new BJ’s is a big deal. But for me, BJ’s will always be about movie stars and chauffers. Why, you ask?
My kids went to nursery school with the child of a very famous director. (VFD) One day, at a playdate at their house (no shoebox for the VFD. He and his family lived in a 10,000 square foot town house), I noticed that (walk-in) snack closet held giant sized boxes of every kid-snack every created.
“Do you go to one of those warehouse stores?” I asked. Incredulous.
“I love them!” answered the VFD’s wife. “I’m going tomorrow. Why don’t you come with me.”
“I’ll drive” I offered.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s all taken care of.”
The next day, VFD’s wife and I dropped our kids off for overpriced fingerpainting, and drove to BJ’s. In her chauffer driven car. Once we got there, the chauffer walked through the store with my new money-saving friend, and took things off the shelves for her.
“Peter,” she said, “We need tuna fish.”
And Peter would bend down, pick up a ten-pack of Tuna fish and place it in her cart.
When we finished shopping, Peter went and found boxes for us. Peter packed our boxes. Peter loaded them into the car. And she and I went to Old Navy to browse.
Over the course of two years, every few months, VFD’s wife and I went to BJ’s, to Costco, to Stew Leonards – always with a chauffeur.
One day, I left the store to see John with the White Mercedes waiting for me. Thing was, we had driven up with Peter, in the black Mercedes.
Seems VFD’s wife had bought too much to fit into one car, and so had called the second chauffeur, to bring the second Mercedes, to take me and my stuff home.
And that, dear bloggy friends, is how famous people go discount shopping.
p.s. Here’s the info, if you want to check out the Grand Opening tomorrow. The new BJ’s is at 131-07 40th Rd. in Flushing, NY. For the Grand Opening there will be lots of food, balloons, face painting, a DJ, giveaways, and more.