Out Shopping, part 5: On Wings of Buffalo
Imagine that you went to sleep in 1980, and magically woke up in a truckstop in the year 2010. And found yourself confronting this product:
There is the familiar, comforting, century-old visage of Mister Peanut. Yet what he is offering is strange, and possibly terrifying.
RAGING BUFFALO WING PEANUTS
Back in 1980, no peanut product was Raging, nor did it contain Buffalo, nor Wing. (Conceivably a package of peanuts might have come from Buffalo.)
Why are those four words juxtaposed? What could they possibly mean?
You look again at Mister Peanut. He smiles. He does not appear to be raging.
You can only hope that this will all turn out to be a dream.
There is the familiar, comforting, century-old visage of Mister Peanut. Yet what he is offering is strange, and possibly terrifying.
RAGING BUFFALO WING PEANUTS
Back in 1980, no peanut product was Raging, nor did it contain Buffalo, nor Wing. (Conceivably a package of peanuts might have come from Buffalo.)
Why are those four words juxtaposed? What could they possibly mean?
You look again at Mister Peanut. He smiles. He does not appear to be raging.
You can only hope that this will all turn out to be a dream.