A passing refrigerator truck on Broad Street turning left on to Washington Street yesterday morning opened my eyes even though I was already awake (as opposed to woke whose meaning and correct opportunities to use I've never mastered as you've just learned).
I've been a fan of Hershey's Chocolate in nearly all of its forms (except anything with mint in it. That's a hard NOPE from me) for nearly my whole life and have also been of fan of their ice cream for a not inconsiderable number of decades.
But, as the truck noted on its side (and as I understand it, disclaimers are now part of the paint and print jobs wherever and however Hershey's Ice Cream is sold) they are completely different and given to litigation towards one another companies.
It's like finding out Johnson's Baby Powder contains neither. Talk about a red face of embarrassment. And all these years I've been adding Hershey's Syrup to Hershey's Ice Cream? Akin to putting out the fire with gasoline.
-bill kenny
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
My memories aren't always what they once were and I'm sad that they are starting to fade or to get misplaced because I've loved ...
-
Without boring you with the details, because it's embarrassing actually, I am nearing the moment when I will get punched out in public, ...
-
Labor Day 2024. Robber Barons, Mega Banks and Wall Street: too much. Working Poor, Middle Class and Main Street: never enough. There once ...
No comments:
Post a Comment