She Should Have Served A Can of Spork and a Fork
Posted by Lidian on May 18, 2008
I think that this lady really means: I almost told my husband to get lost.
She is selling War Bonds, it’s not like she’s out buying hats all day, or playing the slot machines in Atlantic City. So she forgot Bert and his “important customers” coming to dinner! Let Bert take them out, or maybe he could tie on a frilly apron and, how did the guy in yesterday’s ad put it? Rustle some refreshments. Yeah, let Bert rustle.
But no, naturally this poor woman has to go hunt down something to cook. She figures that her whole marriage will collapse if she serves peanut butter sandwiches. Well, I guess they said ‘for richer, for poorer’ but not ‘for gourmet dinner, for Spork Chops.’ (Bonus: if you guessed that I have a 1940s Spork cookbook awaiting future posts, you are right!)
Some couples live meals of quiet desperation, as Thoreau would have said (if he had been one of Bert’s customers, but he wouldn’t have been, these people would have scared him into staying at Walden Pond pretty well permanently). So thank heaven for that Chef Boy-Ar-Dee!
And would you believe these guys think that that stuff is the best spaghetti they ever had! They’re all grinning like idiots in the last picture. Ah, but they always are, aren’t they? And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I adore these ads, they are so cheesy and bizarre.
Rather like Spaghetti à la Hector Boiardi.
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