“Tastes as good as you remember.”
See that on the box? A lie. A big ole marketing fabrication.
Tastes just as good…
Yeah, tastes like someone scraped the bottom of a movie theater of all the leftover popcorn since 1918, poured Karo syrup on it, with a touch of “eau-de-cardboard.”
Looks in mirror and thinks, Reminds me of the little sailor dress I had when I was 3. Back then, me and Cracker Jack were supposed to run off and be married. Surely the little doggy told him I was his #1 fan.
Side-eyes the Cracker Jack box as I wheel my cart through Wal-Mart.
Copyright © 2012 Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter