Peanuts? Cracker Jacks? Okay, you laugh, but I bought some in our cafeteria just to throw around the house like I was selling them at Fenway. I was happy with the quality of the popcorn portion, but the nuts were WAAAAAY at the bottom of the bag, and the “prize” was crap. CRAP I TELL YOU?
Are you kidding me? You call that a prize? A little graphic puzzle that takes two seconds to solve, even if you don’t accidentally see the solution which is obviously right there on the next piece of paper. I have to ask you this: Why Bother? Don’t call it a prize. Cereal boxes give you a prize. McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, even the place my kid gets his hair cut gives away a “prize”. A 1 x 1 piece of paper with a drawing of a puzzle on it? I wiped my butt with it. There’s your prize.
The DumpTruck Driver
(Okay, maybe it got a little harsh at the end, but after struggling to locate the peanuts, I was faced with that? Harrumph.)