The grocery store's dollar aisle! Gotta love it. From one endcap to the other, all the various and sundry foodstuffs with those yellow $1 (or 2/$1 even better!) tabs stuck in the slots underneath. Where this all comes from, I have no idea, everything there is a step below the regular store brands, even.So I bought this here box of cereal, conspicuously a Froot Loops knock-off of sorts, without bothering to pay much more attention than that it was just a buck. Cheap counts to me, it's a good thing linguistic prescription not so much... I didn't notice until only a couple of days ago that I had bought myself some Fruitty Wheels! To tell you the truth, they weren't even so very one-T fruity as far as taste goes, doubling up letters can hardly compensate for that.
Then I noticed that cool skater dude also on the box. At least I first thought he was a skater except that he has no wheels, so I think he's maybe supposed to be milk-surfing or something instead. With arguably nonessential knee pads and elbow pads, gloves, too, but I reckon safety precautions can't be overdone.
It says his name is Igny, by the way. Igny. I had to Google that before I made too much fun of it, and so far as I can tell the kid's only namesakes are some assorted French towns. According to the Fruitty Wheels box, Igny is a "product of Argentina", so very transnational is the Pampa brand's target market.
Toucan Sam has nothing to worry his pretty avian head about, that's for sure. Fruitty Wheels are a hinky cereal, I can't tell exactly why they suck so bad. But hey, at least I'm only out a single for it, and I'm not disinclined to pay for an occasional amusement no matter how mingy I might be. Clearly it doesn't take an awful lot to amuse me, whatever. I don't get out much.
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