DEET Plus…at Renys* of Maine
Pinky is loaded with fresh DEET for spring fishin’.
You always find something at Renys. Today’s mouthwatering score: a Little Playmate. It’s no longer called that ~ prolly some trademark dispute with Playboy. I got my first from bigmama12 on eBay.
Next, at a church sale, I bought a weird knockoff that seemed more suited to organ transport. Could be…they hold blood drives at that church; maybe they removed parts from donors high on blood loss — and my Little Fauxmate got left behind. I named it Pentagram.**
I hope Pinky Tuscadero holds up like the true Playmate from the 80s. Shaped suspiciously like a six-pack, this vintage workingman’s lunchbox can withstand being driven over by a pickup. But you can’t run it through a dishwasher and don’t ask me how I know that.
Charles named his The Real McCoy.
*No apostrophe. That’s rural punctuation for you!
**Always name your Little Playmate.
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Posted on March 15, 2013, in food, humor, nostalgia, personal, rural and tagged cooler, little playmate, lunchbox, renys, renys of maine, rural punctuation. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
uppervalleygirl 
Why they ever did away with the name is beyond me. Marketing folks with too much time on their hands.