Oh, go ahead. Squish the Tasty Kakes

Tastycakes_2 The scene: Local ice cream shop.

The one with the big ice cream cone-shaped sign outside. I deeply love those kinds of signs, where the object is writ large in 3-D on top of the building, like that restaurant in Chapel Hill with the pig on top (bless poor little porkie, it’s a barbecue joint), or the shop near here with the large polar bear on top that is evidently selling something extremely related to polar bears but I can never remember what. In fact, if you ever see one of those, I want a picture of it. Love them, love them, love them.

So, we stopped. Tess wanted a pointy cone of cotton candy ice cream and I, my newly vegan self, didn’t want ice cream, but desperately wanted to keep her from screaming up a lung.

This sign near the cash register made me laugh out loud.

One morning at 5:30a.m. years ago, I was driving to work. This was back in the day where I actually put on real shoes and pants every single morning and went to an office to move large piles of papers around, go to meetings that lasted until the boss decided he needed to polish his golf ball collection, and answer members’ questions like, "I’m leaving for Saudi Arabia tomorrow to do our company’s sexual harassment training. Do I need to change anything about the training curriculum?"

Anyway, this one particular morning, a comic from Texas was on the radio. One supposes the radio station knew that any fool driving to work at 5:30a.m. needs some cheering up. The comic was doing a riff on consumer warnings. "Ya know if there’s a warning about it," he drawled, "some damn fool’s done it. On my wife’s hair dryer, there’s a little teeny tag that says, ‘do not use while sleeping.’"

Blink.

"I can’t remember," he said, "the last time I was sleep styling."

And so it went, me laughing hysterically, both at the comic and at my own predicament–I was sleep driving and would soon be sleep working and, most likely, sleep caring.

"And what about Preparation H?" he asked. "On the box it clearly says ‘do not take orally.’ I pity the poor fool that caused that warning. I can just imagine him saying to his doctor: ‘No sir, my hemorroids are exactly the same size, but my mouth is really, really tiny.’"

At that point, I nearly drove off the George Washington Parkway into the Potomac River, I was laughing so hard.

And so, this sign in the ice cream shop down from Tess’ school made me laugh.

Um. Would it be easier to move the Tasty Kakes, you think? When does the exception to the rule become the rule, I wonder? How many Tasty Kakes do you reckon got squished before the owner got irritated enough to make that sign? Can I tell you how much I love the word "squish"? Is that enough questions for a Thursday morning? You think?

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

10 comments to " Oh, go ahead. Squish the Tasty Kakes "
  • So adults can squish all the TastyKakes we want?

  • Oh my lord. You really must warn me before posting a comment this funny. I nearly spit out my organic free trade double soy latte.

  • abirdinthehand

    Have you ever squished a Tastykake? OMG, it is so fun! Right up there with stepping on an M&M that has been basking in the sun. Or nailing a catsup packet. I’ll stop now.

  • Becky

    Well, that was strike 1 for the owner. If a shop has more than two signs telling me what to do/not do I don’t shop there.

    Watch out for GW Parkway…going off that could be a doozy! A bendy, curvy fast sucker that thing is, too….

  • Renae C

    I’ve been lurking for a while and loving your posts. I am IN Texas – and that bit is a classic. It is one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. The same group of comics does one called “Here’s Your Sign” that is absolutely hillarious too.

    Thanks for making think, and laugh, and even occassionally shed a tear. I lvoe what you are doing.

  • amy s

    OK, this blog gets the weirdness-ly, brillant award from me. while laughing so loud my husband way in the kitchen said “what”? the whole thing, mak-in….my….DAY, which i so needed. amy

  • Kim

    Mr. Brilliant can’t hold a light to your Ms. Brilliance. You crack me up, and make a profound point, all at the same time…and you do this often! I am still laughing about making sure Tess doesn’t scream up a lung, and there you go with jokes about tiny mouths and such. Patti, you’re wonderful!

  • Bill Mea

    Yo! (a traditional Philly greeting)

    I did not realize that you Southern folk had access to Tasty Kakes, which are a Philly product. Here is a hint for eating Tasty Kakes: before opening the package, rub the icing side against your shirt. Then the icing will stick to the kake and not to the wrapping. Remember to do this before removing the wrapping.

    Now that you have Tasty Kakes, how much longer until you have an edible cheesesteak?

  • Kim

    Patti,
    You must take a quick drive to Hendersonville to the Ice Cream / Hot Dog shop called Harry’s. The roof is covered with a wonderful array of signs that are sure to make you smile. Located just off Four Seasons Blvd (Hwy 64) next to Lowe’s.

    Enjoy.

  • Miss G. Marshall

    That restaurant with the pig is Crooks Corner in Carrboro and it’s owned by my dear friend, Gene Hamer. And it has some of the best food on the planet, including shrimp and grits to slap yo mama for. No barbecue though. Not that I know of anyway.

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