You can’t keep stuff like this inside, or eventually it will make your head explode and who is going to clean that up?
Dear Yoplait:
Whilst out shopping the other day, I needed a snack. Since it was a somewhat stressful day, I was feeling the need to self-medicate with a little chocolate. At the same time, I am working on losing a bit of weight, so I was looking for that perfect mix of chocolate and not flinging myself headlong into a vat of something with a lot of calories. That is when I saw this, on the shelf in the dairy section:
Fat Free Boston Cream Pie Yogurt! I love yogurt! I love Boston Cream Pie! This will be perfect! I realize this is not a particularly great photo, but you can clearly see the picture on the container right? It is a picture of an actual Boston Cream Pie, right? And just in case, you are not familiar with BCP – here is a pic of one I grabbed from Google. I don’t have time to make a BCP and take a photo of it myself so this one is from the internet:
You’ve got your cake part, and you’ve got your custard part and you’ve got your………CHOCOLATE part. BCP is always, always made up of these 3 parts. They are like the trinity of BCP and never shall one be separated from the others. I have been to Boston several times, so I know these things.
You can, I am certain, imagine my dismay upon retiring to my van and opening my yogurt container, to find there is NO f-r-e-a-k-i-ng chocolate in there at all!
I am sure this is some kind of oversight on the part of some foolish underling and as soon as you read about it here on my blog, you will fall all over yourselves getting some chocolate in there. Otherwise you need to change the name to something like “pretty good tasting custardy type stuff that could be the filling for BCP”. Because you are very likely dealing with women a lot of the time, and you should know how we are about chocolate. If there is a picture of chocolate on the outside of the container, there had better be some chocolate inside the container!
For the sake of all involved, it was an incredible stroke of luck that I must have brushed my cart up against a shelf or something, because a package of these was somehow mixed in with my other purchases:
They are the perfect shape to scoop up fat free yogurt and stood in quite nicely for the missing chocolate. Next time you may not be so lucky and I urge you to take steps to correct this problem sooner rather than later.
Yours Truly, dlyn
Dear Major Shipping Company with Yellow and Red Trucks:
For the I-don’t-know-how-many-eth time, you have once again managed to deliver my package to the wrong address. I know that the address where you delivered my package does have the same digits as my address, but I would like to call your attention to the fact that they are not in the same order as the digits in my house number, which makes it a different number, and thus a different address entirely. Which means I don’t live there. Which means my packages should not be delivered there.
I must give you credit for at least actually finding my road this time, beating your old record by close to a mile. You are making progress of a sort, indicating that you are working, at least in part, toward actually getting my packages to me, instead of to assorted other people who happen to live within [literally] a country mile of me. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that your competitors in the big brown trucks, as well as the guys in the white and red trucks regularly find my house with virtually no problem. Maybe next time, you could get one of them to show you where I live.
Sincerely, dlyn















