Finally, some hot dog-related justice has occurred!

Balanced, as all things should be.

Several months ago I told you on the Wave Weekend show about how crushed I was. Horrified! Flabbergasted! Shmeckledorfed! That’s not even a word and you agree with me!

I was a big bowl of Upsettios ever since the Oscar Meyer company was changing the name of their iconic hot dog shaped car from the Wienermobile to the Frankmobile and how it sounded stupid. Makes you think it was a car belonging to a guy named Frank. Who the heck is Frank? My dad’s name was Frank. Did he own the car now?

Well, after four months of ceaseless public onslaught, the Oscar Meyer company has seen the abject error in their ways, and they’ve walked it back. That’s right, it will be called the Wienermobile once again. Thank goodness. I mean, let’s apply some logic and reasoning here: Not one person ever sang “Oh I wish I was an Oscar Meyer natural all-beef frank”, right? No! That’s a heck of a mouthful! They said WIENER. Because that’s what you’re supposed to say. It’s an even better albeit slightly smaller mouthful.

Keep your mind out of the gutter. We’re talking about food.

All’s well that ends well, I suppose. Clearly, my boycott of Oscar Meyer is coming to an end. And hopefully now that this injustice has been fixed, other injustices across the world will be made right. Maybe now they’ll bring back Peanut Butter Captain Crunch to Canada. Or Count Chocula.

Or they’ll switch the green apple Skittle back to lime like the good Lord intended.

Who knows.

This could be a whole new world.

Thanks for reading, love you lots, and as always,

– Erik