Sunday, February 3
Fleet
Yesterday I emerged from my cold/coma (I was sick, allow me to be a little dramatic about it) to do some reading at school, hit the gym, and then meet the boif for dinner. As we were walking around looking for a place to eat, we walked past this store window.In case you can't tell, the featured item is the Fleet Enema®, on sale for $1.89. That's for the twin-pack.
Now, I don't know much about running a shop, much less running one on competitive 72nd Street, but I assume that most shopkeepers use window displays like this one as a way to engage passersby, enticing people who otherwise wouldn't come inside to enter and buy their wares. It's a kind of conversation between the shopkeeper and the public.
What does this window say to me? Something along the lines of: "We're here to help with your ass and your wallet!"
As you might imagine, I couldn't resist a pitch like that; naturally I went inside to stock up.
by Cooper at 8:25 AM |
5 Comments:
You've heard of FLEET WEEK, when all of the hot sailor boys roll into town on their ships.......
LOL
That reminds of being in Hillcrest (San Diego) one year for gay pride. At the drugstore, the vodka was on sale as well as Fleet. They were only a couple of aisles apart.
Well, I don't blame you, darling, a deal like that is too good not to take advantage of!
i need to stock up too! where are they?
Can you add your photo to my Flickr Group? It's called Window Displays of the Living Dead:
http://www.flickr.com/groups/36116856@N00/
I like pictures of medical supplies and other inappropriate items in window displays. I think enema two-packs fits the bill.
You just reminded me of a fake commercial jingle Dave Barry had in a column once that combined patriotism and laxitives:
"Folks round here,
they love this land,
they stand by their beliefs!
And when they get themselves stopped up,
they want some quick relief!"
See, I have poems like that stored up in my brain from childhood, and they are taking up the space that would otherwise be available to help me remember people's names when I meet them at cocktail parties. Sad!
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