Tom has been my mailman for 5 years. He took over his route from Robert post man before him. I see him every week. And every week he has the same joke....
Signed, sealed, delivered, it's yours...
I sign the form and take possession of my 8X10 box. With a sigh as the door closes Tom goes on his merry way...I put my box down....next to the others...stacked neatly getting higher and higher...
## Years ago I won a lifetime supply of Combo's these hard salty crunchy pretzel niblet thing's with a mystery "cheese" ingredient inside.
Never in my life did I think that something so harmless as church charity raffle would turn my life into a living hell...
The donator was some exec with the company. I get a box of Combo's every week for the rest of my life.
I've never eaten a single one. I didn't eat them before and I don't ever plan to start. I didn't even win the raffle technically because the first two #'s called didn't come forward to claim the prizes. I used to donate the boxes to the food banks, but after a few years they started to refuse them based on "Spacing issues."
Every week I get more and more combo's, the birds and wildlife won't even eat them. They just stand in a bowl outside untouched. A sad bowl of rejected dog food. I realized something.
These combo's are America.
I'm being force fed a product I don't want, need or even use.
I complained once to the company to PLEASE STOP SENDING THEM. The only only thing that wound up happening was them sending me more Combos. Now in multiple different flavors!
The GI's were given SPAM as a military ration during WW2. They traded the mystery meat to the Pacific Islanders, unwittingly creating a national dietary staple.
As long as a market exists the product will be foisted on you. Whether you like it, need it, use it, or want it your out of luck.
Signed. Sealed. Delivered. It's yours.
Sigh another box is coming on tues...
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