What would I do for a Klondike bar?
Actually, I guess I really want to ask, why haven’t I gotten my Klondike bar yet?
I am no stranger to embarrassing myself (or others) in public. Sadly, I have nothing to blame but my stupid impulses and my lack of caring of my general perception from the peering public. Just lately I tried hula-hooping on a Sunday in the middle of an aisle at Wal Mart. I’ve twirled in stores after trying on skirts and long jackets. And I have to admit that would just be the tip of that iceberg.
Despite all that, still no Klondike bar. I give props to the advertisers for making the jingle quite catchy, but I am claiming false advertisement.
Even after all my embarrassing exploits in malls, no one has ever offered me any type of frozen treat. I usually just get the “is she crazy?” look.
Klondike, make good with your slogan, and start offering.
Comments (2)
All comments are subject to the site Terms of Use. For a full commenting tutorial click here.
Our editorial team relies on filtering technology and our visitor community to identify inappropriate comments. In the event that a site user has submitted offensive content that has evaded our filter, please select the option to Flag As Inappropriate presented within the comment. Thank you for helping to keep this site clean.
And I'll be sure to divulge the Klondike secret, if I ever figure it out.