Dear Snap, Crackle and Pop: I'm On To You...

Is it strange that I often have to make a trip to Walmart or something like it at least twice a week?  It seems a little strange.  Maybe I'm just strange.

But yeah, I've been to Walmart twice since last Thursday, yet I only took pictures one of the days.  I was there yesterday, as a matter of fact, but it was very brief.  Walked in there with my fiance, came out with my fiance and two coolers.  Yes, I'm well aware that barbecue season is over.  No, I'm a vegetarian so I don't even like anything remotely barbecue-esque.  It was for a recruitment party for my sorority tonight.  Yesterday at about three in the afternoon was the only time where I could get to the store.  Yes, I'm in a sorority.  No, we don't sacrifice goats and do occult summonings at our initiation ceremony, so don't even ask.  Everyone always asks.

All digressions aside, I really only sincerely took pictures on Saturday, while Cory (my fiance) and I were grocery shopping.  I must have been great company, too.  He'd be an aisle behind me, asking an invisible me what kind of Doritos he should get, while I would be crawling on the floor by cereal.

Alright, I didn't crawl on the floor.  That's gross.

All in all, I got 11 decent pictures.  Perfect amount, if you ask me.  Yet another strange fact.  Before, when I would go into stores and find randomly misplaced items, it would only be one or two times.  I found eleven.  Ten, actually, since one of them really isn't a misplaced item, but we'll get to that little tidbit in a moment.  The point is: it's odd how much you find when you're actually looking.  That being said, I got quite a lot of good material.

The first thing I catch when I walk in is this:

Personally, I don't think this person was necessarily lazy.  My theory is actually that the placer of the cashews was a modern artist.  He/she left the nuts sitting atop a mountain of twelve-packs of soda to try and give us a representation of white-trash American values: salted cashews and Mountain Dew.  Personally, I would have chosen beer over soda, but it's modern art.  He/she could have put it in a dung heap and called it a masterpiece.  But never fear, lazy excuse for an artist.  I captured your career defining work.  We can display it in the NYC museum right next to the lady sitting in a chair, staring at the wall.  Never did know if she was supposed to be part of the display or if she just got sick of standing...

Right next to this beautiful sculpture of modern excellence, I discovered this:

Not so out-of-place.  Give your kid a 7-Up while doodling?  Fair enough, good sir.  Obviously, though, this parent was like "Eh, screw creativity.  I want me some more root beer."  Yeehaw.

This next one, I've been having an internal debate about (note: if you click on the images, they will get larger.  Just saying.):

 
I honestly don't know what is weirder: the fact that there's a toy boat sitting amongst the mac n' cheese...or the fact that there's a "cheesy pizza" flavor Easy Mac.  No offense...that sounds downright revolting.

This next bit was a two-fer.  Originally, I spotted this:

Nothing like some good ol' honey with your Oreos, right?  Personally, I'd take the "Parent Trap" approach and go with peanut butter, but to each his own.  Someone must have thought honey-doused chocolate cookies was a smart idea.

As I was laughing at this and taking a photo, however, Cory was laughing at something barely even a foot away:

Another theory: this guy looked at Honey Oreos and said, "Nuh-uh.  You think that's a weird combination?  Bull crap.  I can do better than that."  And thus, we get iced animal crackers, Oreos, and Scooby Snacks all rolled in strawberry jam.  I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it.  Mmmm.

This next one was a little amusing, if not vomit-worthy:

After further examination of this image, I found out that these were indeed plums.  Taken from the produce section, all the way on the other side of the store from the paper products.  Though it may be a little unbelievable, the people who set up these stores do it with a design in mind.  They put the produce at the end, right next to check-out, so people can get them last so they don't spoil as fast.  Along the line, someone must have started out backward.  And at some point from the produce section to the paper products, these plums must have offended someone enough to get dropped off about as far from a chilled environment as it gets.  During my examination, I also concluded that they had to have been dropped off quite a while ago before I found them.  "Squishy" and "bordering on over-ripe" are two ways to describe it.

On the note of bad combinations, like the Honey Oreos above, I found this:

Do I even need to describe how gross these two things would be together?  I can't even eat cantaloupe after I brush my teeth, much less with pickles.  Pickles make everything taste gross. 

Here's one to tickle your funny bone:

Shopper:  Oh no!  Someone left their crappy novelty toy amidst the Fruit 2 O and tater chips!

Prankster: Psyche!  It's not a real crappy novelty toy amidst the Fruit 2 O and tater chips.  It's a novelty crappy novelty toy.

Shopper: Ohhhahahahahaha!  What a little hellion you are!

Speaking of novelty items...

I knew it.  There was always something suspicious about Snap, Crackle, and Pop.  They're really ancient religion enthusiasts, resurrecting a dead ritual of rain dance and turning it into a virgin-sacrificing, pig blood-drinking cult.  I've always had my doubts about them...

However, I had to give the winner of the trip to this picture:

REJECTED!!!!!!!

Now, those were the ten pictures of the misplaced, sticking with the theme of the blog.  However, I found something that I might make a regular thing.  It wasn't out of place, but it still mad me go, "Huh?"

Tell me: What's wrong with this picture?

Last time I checked, it wasn't Smirnoff Pong.  Then again, I'm not much on the party scene.  "Beer" and "Smirnoff" totally sound similar.  I can see how one would get that confused.

Alright, my hands officially feel like they are about to fall off of my wrists and elope to Las Vegas, so that will be all from me.  Leave me a comment!  What was your favorite picture?  Do you have any ideas on what the "Cashews on top of Twelve-Packs" sculpture really means?  What combination was worse: Honey Oreos, animal cracker/Oreo/Scooby Snack "jam"boree, or Pickle Cantaloupe Surprise?  And please, let me know if you or anyone you know has ever played Smirnoff Pong. 

Also, I got several comments from people (mainly on Facebook) that they have random pictures of this kind of stuff.  Well...send them to me!  My email is abrink@adrian.edu.  Just send it to me in an attachment, and I should have no problem getting it up on here.  The more interaction I can have with those reading, the better.  Plus, I'll give you the credit for the finding of the photo and everything.  It's risk-free!

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-Alisha

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