Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Z is for Zingers

Searching for my gym bag led to a shocking revelation: it was gone.  After gutting the car, laundry room and rest of the house, searching in rooms and closets where I never take my gym bag, I recreated the scene of the crime. I had dropped my daughter off at her job at the farmer’s market, went to the gym, came back to retrieve her and get lunch, and in approaching the car noticed that I had inadvertently left the passenger side back seat window down. 

  It was a warm spring day and the car was a crock pot when I got in after the gym, so I drove with the windows down to the market.  I thought, ‘stupid’ when I unlocked the door and loaded the flat of strawberries, chess pie, sun gold tomato plants and bags of produce in the back seat and my daughter climbed in front.

Little Ladybug Pies.  buy them.

It wasn’t until I was loading the car again for school on Monday that I was looking to resupply the gym bag and could not find it. We were running too late to search. Normal Monday. 

It was later that afternoon that I tore the house apart and the cold reality settled in my gut.  Someone had reached in behind the driver seat and somehow managed to pull it out without setting off the alarm.  I did a quick mental inventory: running shoes, stinky sweaty outfit, new North Face fleece, iPod and headphones, toiletry bag of face stuff, toiletry bag of hair stuff.  And the bag itself. Nothing irreplaceable and no cash or credit cards.  But an expensive haul to replace. 

I vented aloud that a karmic pox fall upon the gym bag thief, who probably dumped the whole lot in the trash when they realized there was no cash or credit cards.  I doubt they will appreciate my Rodin perfume or my audible download of The Wind Up Girl.  That  all my lotions and make up are organic.  A pox I say, ‘may your pants always feel tight, may your earbuds always tangle, may your shampoo bottle always be empty.’

Speaking of religious gym attendance, questionable behavior and too snug britches, Zingers will be revived and on shelves again by the end of summer.  Vanilla & Devil’s Food with gummy icing and fake crème filling and the bright fuchsia coconut sprinkled Raspberry met their end along with their more famous sister, the Twinkie,  last year.  Twinkies are the Marcia Brady to Zingers Jan. The American snack cake was made by both Dolly Madison and Hostess, which makes zero sense.
Blue Collar Eclair photo by Zingersfan*

Hostess closed down after it offered a contract that would cut it’s worker’s wages by 8% and benefits by 27 to 32%.  Workers went on strike and the company decided to shut down.  Somewhere this might have to do with people wisely not buying the product for health reasons. But there was a nostalgic public outcry about the disappearance of the classic Twinkie. (Marcia Marcia Marcia!)

Hostess was bought by an investment group and the new boss, Michael Cramer is adamant to avoid working with unions and will reopen with non-union hires to replace the teamsters and Bakery Union employees who were on strike when the company folded last year.  How American. 


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  1. Sucks about your gym bag. For a moment I thought I had taken it because my pants are tight and my earbuds are always tangled but alas, I am a hair product junkie and always have shampoo. Someone stole our lawnmower, tires, and bandsaw from our back porch. Granted it was. Under lock and key but who invited them to walk up our long driveway and around the back of our house? Aargh!

    Come check out my A to Z! Jen Hemming and Hawing Again

  2. Stopping by from your comment on the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge Z post on Facebook!

    It is indeed interesting that Twinkies came back- but at such a high price to a way of life which once no one would have stood for... I can not help but notice that the work-around to skip over the unions was not in the "Twinkies are back" headline.
    Personally I'd rather have a Zinger than a Twinkie.
    Actually, I'm a Tasty Cake person. LOL

    1. My Zinger pic was taken by a Zinger enthusiast who snagged the last of them. Hostess was not purchased by people in the bakery arts. Too bad they couldn't rebrand or remarket as a family (worker) friendly nostalgia brand.

  3. I've never heard of zingers. How funny that someone would steal a gym bag. I bet they were disappointed when they discovered the contents.

    Congrats on completing a-z. :)