TIME: 7:33 AM
PLACE: Work
SUBJECT: Interoffice envelope
I received this in the interoffice mail – at first I thought I was receiving a giant Cracker Jack prize, like a huge tattoo!
Alas, it was just some personnel correspondence for my direct reports.
Too bad, a giant tattoo would have been awesome.
“But there ain't no Coup de Ville
Hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box”
Meat Loaf. "Two Out of Threee Ain't Bad." Bat Out of Hell. Cleveland International, Cleveland, 1977
TIME: 8:08 PM
PLACE: Fundraiser/Auction
SUBJECT: Crackerjack “Prize”
Went to a Shriner’s fundraiser with HH tonight. The decorations were sports-themed and they had popcorn, peanuts and Crackerjacks at the tables. This is the “prize” from the box. What was it? Are you dying to know? Well it was this…..
A folding-type paper puzzle of Alexander Hamilton’s face!!!!!!
When did Crackerjack prizes become so lame? Seriously, why even have one if it’s going to be as crappy as this. You disappoint me Crackerjack.
