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The Costco optical department person is ringing up a new pair of glasses that I’ve chosen.
Her, pointing to that dotted design along the temples: “You like these?”
Me: Yeah, they’re fine.
Her: Hmmm.
Me: You don’t like them, I take it?
Her: Well, they’re usually on girls’ glasses.
Me: Oh. I don’t care about that. Besides, I can’t see them when I’m wearing them. They’re fine.
Recently, “The Flintstone’s purple pet” was a clue in one of the crossword puzzles I do. I hadn’t thought of Dino in a good long while.
Then lo and behold, yesterday at the grocery store, I saw these chunks of chicken.
So many questions… not the least of which is: “Why is that dinosaur on the package green, and are they purple on the inside at least?” And just in terms of making them at all: “Why??? It seems very, very arbitrary to me.”
In my recent reading of The Emperors of Chocolate: Inside the Secret World of Hershey and Mars, I learned that before there were machines to produce Hershey’s Kisses, the line-people (almost always women) in the factory had to lay that little strip of paper (the “plume”) down on the foil, put the chocolate on it, and then wrap it.
But sometimes the plume blew away before they could set the chocolate on it and wrap it. Because it happened enough, and because there was a lot of pressure to maximize their productivity, the women sometimes licked the chocolate and stuck the plume to it to keep it from blowing away before they could wrap it.
Reading that caused me to muse about, realistically, how important that plume is to the consumer. Please take this brief survey to let us know.
I’ll admit that I have a little bias about thinking a lot of weight-lifters are self-centered or narcissistic.
That assessment deepens as I observe someone staring at themselves in the mirror even when they’re not actually exercising — which is to say that I get that some body builders want to make sure their “form” looks good as they’re exercising. But that doesn’t explain why they’re still staring at themselves when they’re between sets.
Today I witnessed staring at yourself raised to a whole new level:
I mean the dude brought a selfie stand with him for the occasion. Perhaps he’s an “influencer.” 🙄 What’s next, light stands and hair-blowing wind machines?