“It is more rewarding to be complicit with scarcity than excess.” Will Oldham.”
Hey, things change and then, sometimes they don’t.
Here’s what I’m talking about.
If, like me, you are over the age of 50, there was never a need for a reality pie to be thrown in your happy, little face in recognizing the obvious that the last vestiges of summer have, once again, been issued a cease and desist order to vacate the premises with only the slightest hesitation.
Sure, there are the usual tell-tale signs of impending departure: The back-to-school-sales. Nurse! Even before the local boards of education close shop for the year and unleash their charge upon a soon-to-be panicked public, there are already hints of back-to-school promotions.
And then, there’s Labor Day; talk about shrink-wrapping the season. Yes, I know it’s the last chance saloon for seasonal discounts and brief respites but let’s not push it. As Yankee great Yogi Berra put it, “it ain’t over ‘til it’s over,”
I don’t know about you but as much as I’d like to get away and enjoy the summer, there is always something else to do, some unexpected bill to pay and then, there’s the cold hearted truth about warm-weather getaways.
However small the retreat may be, it becomes a big ticket item. Fantasy, wish fulfillment and good weather are the driving forces for seasonal escalation. We all pay for scarcity.
Nothing the matter with that. Hey, we all want our version of “fun in the sun.”
In fact, years ago, I was a cruise director.
What a fabulous experience. Sailing from New York to most of the Caribbean islands was the stuff of dreams.
I met so many great people and it was life-seasoning.
Bear with me while I share one quick story: On board the Leonardo di Vinci, I met a couple from Long Island, absolutely great people. The ship was ready to disembark at the port to Caracas, Venezuela, La Guaira.
They asked me if I would like to join them. They both spoke Spanish. So why not? So not only would I enjoy their company but their Lengua Espanola might come in handy.
Jump cut ahead: We wound up at a high-end specialty shop. I saw this silver wine goblet. It was rugged and handsome. As soon as I saw it, it became a “I have got to have it” moment.
Now, working as a Cruise Director was fun but, in those days, it was not a high-paying job. I made $125.00 a week along with free room, board and discounts on drinks and, that was it.
The husband and wife noticed my interest in the goblet. Although it looked way out of my price range, I asked them to find out its cost.
Then, as soon as the Long Island woman reverted to Spanish, her whole demeanor changed. While speaking English, she was very soft-spoken with a slight New York accent.
But, switching to Spanish, she chewed up the scenery. She had the flair of Iberian aristocracy. It was split-personality time. It was a jaw-dropping “Wow” moment
She told me the price: $500.00. Well, suffering from financial anemia, I put an end to my dream right there.
But then, the nice soft-spoken little lady from Long Island performed her Castillian transformation and literally took charge of the negotiation process.
I don’t think the salesperson knew what happened. This lady was a storm trooper on a mission for me. There was no haggling. She was in total control.
Then, she switched back to English. And, in her soft Long Island accent, she asked if I could afford $70.00.
After more than 30 years and multiple moves, that goblet is still magic to me and the experience, a treasured memory.
Talk about scarcity.
Nowadays, as tough as things are, I try to stretch the moola as far as possible.
What I’m saying is it is tougher today getting what you want, when you want it especially when what you want, is what everyone wants, at the same time, and that defeats the purpose of getting away in the first place.
Scarcity engenders congestion. Everyone wants in on the deficit at the same time.
But, the most brutal acknowledgement that screams “it’s over”, the true end-of-season Maginot line-celebrating the autumnal equinox and the official sayonara summer recognition, occurs now in late August.
This is the time when grocers, delis and liquor stores throughout this great nation cease to stock their shelves of plenty with the libation of the gods: Leinenkugel Summer Shandy.
It is absolutely fabulous suds with a slight lemonade taste that, without a doubt, puts the competition to shame. And, its limited seasonal release creates what is known in the trade and referred to only in the most somber and hushed tones as PRSD-Palate-Recollection Spasm Syndrome. It is a disorder heretofore unknown, unexplained and enigmatic and should be brought to the attention of government officialdom.
People want their Leinie Shandy.
I mean the stuff is good.
If you live in the Midwest, most likely you’re familiar with the product. It’s been around for quite a while. But then, someone in marketing, in a pique of infinite wisdom, suggested to ownership, “go national.”
They did. And voila, over the last few years, Leindnkugel’s Summer Shandy has successfully quenched the thirsts of the formerly cotton-mouthed multitudes.
Yes, I know it’s a summer release thing. But, Playa del Rey is a little more than a lotta miles away from Chippewa Falls, Wis-cansin; it’s a whole different world.
While the Midwest’s deciduous foliage take their ‘leaf’ and begin their descent, the temperature today is 92 degrees at the LA beaches.
It is still summer here and across the Sun Belt. I understand the limited release thing. It makes sense but a few more months of your “Leinie Shandy-alchemy” along with regional distribution ain’t gonna kill the brand.
I spoke to my wife about this and she had 2 schools of thought.
First of all, she is not a beer drinker. However, she absolutely loves Leinenkugel Summer Shandy and is not ready for some pre-requisite taste revision, especially on a hot day. The change makes more sense at the end of October.
Secondly, I bow to her Midwestern practicality. She reminded me of the TJ Maxx strategy. In fact, a recent Business Insider article points out TJ Maxx is clobbering Macy’s, Nordstrom’s and other retailers.
So how and what does this have to do with Leinenkugel’s?
TJ Maxx specializes in limited release. When an item is gone, it’s finis! When it comes to investing on consumer inducements and display, they leave that to the big guys-we see how well that is working.
Plus, TJM passes those savings on to the customer base while building their bottom line. And that’s just for starters.
My wife is a TJ Maxx junkie. She genuflects at their altar of scarcity and fabulous discounted price a couple of times a week in fear of missing out on something good.
The best advertising is “word of mouth” advertising. And, along with TJM and Leinenkugel’s marketing efforts, the 2 brands have created remarkable consumer buzz with tactical scarcity.
Hey, things change and sometimes they don’t.
What I’m saying is I get it but want it and yes, absence does make the heart grow fonder. It’s not just the scarcity of the brew, it’s how my summer is now dictated by the early polar zephyrs beginning their breach of the upper Midwest precincts.
I am so alone.