[thenightwriterblog] The Night Writer: Cap'n Not-Very-Crunch

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Posted by The Night Writer:
Cap'n Not-Very-Crunch
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   The Mall Diva and I went grocery shopping together Monday evening for
   our sustenance. Usually the Reverend Mother does this after first
   drawing up a very meticulous list; she doesn't deviate from the list
   and prides herslef on getting in and out of Cub in less than an hour.
   The Mall Diva also created a list, which we followed, but I'm more of
   an impulse buyer. This explains the chocolate-flavored Cap'n Crunch
   cereal we (I) bought.
   I'll try just about anything once if it's chocolate-flavored, so I
   poured my first portion of this breakfast confection this morning. It
   wasn't bad, but as usual I can't eat Cap'n Crunch without remembering
   a certain incident that happened 20 years ago. As it turns out, this
   incident wasn't "about" 20 years ago -- it was [1]20 years ago today.
   I was working for an advertising and promotion agency in St. Louis
   Park and on that Thursday evening we managed to finish our Ad League
   co-ed softball game under ominous skies ahead of The Storm. I even got
   home before the highway flooded so I wasn't greatly inconvenienced and
   none of my property was damaged. Things were a bit different at work,
   however.
   The good news: we'd just recently landed a large account to promote
   Quaker Oats cereal in the institutional market. The bad news: the
   "product" didn't come in cute boxes like in the grocery store, but in
   large plastic bags almost as big as me. Many bags of "product" had
   been delivered for a catalog photo-shoot and were waiting patiently in
   our cool, dry storeroom. A cool, dry storeroom that happened to be at
   the lowest corner of our building and was no longer very cool and
   definitely not very dry.
   Picture, if you will, the image of several hundred pounds of Cap'n
   Crunch and other cereals swelling and bursting out of its containers
   and washing across the floor like a great, rising, golden wave of
   something that looked rather like hominy. Do you have a picture in
   your head? Great. Now, imagine the smell.
   Fortunately I already had scheduled the day off from work, so I'm not
   sure how long it took others to shovel out the effluent blob of
   not-so-goodness. I do know that the scent lingered well into winter.

References

   1. http://www.shotinthedark.info/wp/?cat=15