Thursday, October 2, 2008 |
11:12 - Suppliers to the world
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Blah! Pickles!
Boo they say! Boo to the futile attempts of the East Coast Pickle mafia to keep me from my prize!
For I have obtained two gallon jars of Smart & Final pickle chips, courtesy of my long-suffering erstwhile roommate, and I have given them unto the keeping of a packing and shipping company with an outlet just a couple of blocks from my house. I went in there, a giant jar under each arm, and announced that I would like them shipped to New York, where such pickles are unknown.
The guy behind the counter smiled knowingly, and said: "Yeah, I just had to ship out a whole bunch of those the other day. Some guy wanted them in Chicago."
No kidding.
West Coast pickles, man. I tell you, it's the little things you miss: the little things, and the little things people do and say in support of the little things.
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