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My Dunk-a-roos moment

June 15, 2014

dunkaroos

First of all, I have no idea how three packets of Dunk-a-roos ended up in my bicycle basket. I take the basket with me when I lock up my bike. Perhaps someone distracted me for a moment and slipped the binary cookies and icing junk food product in amongst the other bits of junk I keep in the basket.

However that went, I found them today and one-by-one “et” them. I was raised to eat all the food on my plate and I guess “plate” can apparently include bike basket and “food” can include Dunk-a-roos.

I’m frankly surprised by my open mindedness in that last regard.

As I was eating the contents of the second packet — laboriously scooping out bits of icing from the thimble-sized compartment using tiny cookie pieces, I had a vision.

I saw a board room, appointed in expensive hardwoods; the ceiling was dark maple, intricately embossed. The chairs, walls, and round conference table were all blonde oak. The floor was covered in richly embroidered dark brown wall-to-wall carpet.

This was the board room of the Oreo cookie company and around the conference table sat the directors from Oreo and other cookie manufacturers. They were discussing how much money they could save in labour and machinery costs if only they could convince the customers to put the cookies together themselves. Click the image to enlarge it.

From → Fairview

2 Comments
  1. Slowcrow permalink

    You’re surprised, I’m more like concerned. It would seem that, as a gleaner, you may be slipping somewheres between the attitude of the crows (flip and shake, possibly just hop away), to, say, the gulls (toss it back). The fact that you nibbled it as you et it, is a good sign. This may be reversible, partly perhaps by grazing on some dandelions and nettles. But be aware of dog walker locations. Washing with beautiful rain water if necessary. Perhaps reference euell gibbons. Not sure of the spelling. You might find very short tutorials that he did on an OLD tv show called ‘Laugh-in’, from the sixties. There is a good weatherman on that show too, who grew up to be quite the thinker.

    • Hah! I’m sure the dandelions and nettles are clean and ready to eat now after last night’s torrential downpour; looks like Fairview was power washed!

      On of the best things about George Carlin is that he didn’t entirely grow up. He kept his sense of child-like wonder till the day he sadly died (1937-2008). I miss him.

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