Portlandish: File Under Things I Never Heard in Philadelphia

As I was leaving the check out area at Target, the guy behind me dropped what I assumed to be an axe on the belt.

Checkout gal: “Hi. How are you?”

Axe guy: “Great! How about you? (chuckle)”

Checkout gal:” “Will this be all for you today?”

Axe guy: “Yep, just my hatchet.”

Me: Walking just a little more quickly to the exit. Since my only reference ‘hatchets’ are related to horror films, I could only assume he was either a) making a film this weekend or b) looking for victims. (Just joking, of course. But really, I don’t think I have ever seen a hatchet in real life let alone had someone in line behind me in Target buy one.)

Published by goingwestcoastal

I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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