Bargain Buckets
There is usually a very pleasant scent that wafts down the escalators at my Tube station every morning. As one disembarks from the train, a crispy bacon and porky sausage breeze assaults ones nostrils. Not entirely unpleasant, as one might imagine.
An additional tang assisted those two this morning. KFC.
Now there isn't a KFC for some distance, so this was intriguing. Reaching the main concourse, my eye was caught by a brand new poster liberally spread along the underpass advertising the latest Colonels Sandwich.
Surely not?
Has poster art reached the highest point ever, with scratch-and-sniff posters? I walked closer. And closer. Defininately a smell of fried chicken. With an increasing sense of disbelief, I stood right up to the poster and sniffed. Fried chicken again.
Can't be!
Oh.
I see.
Some party-goer from last night has left a half-eaten bargain-bucket of wings in the underpass - perhaps he felt sorry for the rats.
I hope to God that no-one was watching me too closely this morning...
An additional tang assisted those two this morning. KFC.
Now there isn't a KFC for some distance, so this was intriguing. Reaching the main concourse, my eye was caught by a brand new poster liberally spread along the underpass advertising the latest Colonels Sandwich.
Surely not?
Has poster art reached the highest point ever, with scratch-and-sniff posters? I walked closer. And closer. Defininately a smell of fried chicken. With an increasing sense of disbelief, I stood right up to the poster and sniffed. Fried chicken again.
Can't be!
Oh.
I see.
Some party-goer from last night has left a half-eaten bargain-bucket of wings in the underpass - perhaps he felt sorry for the rats.
I hope to God that no-one was watching me too closely this morning...
posted by therussian | 1/19/2005 08:42:00 AM
2 Comments:
For years supermarkets have pipped the smell from their bakery towards their front door.
The only chain that doesn't do that is Morrisons, who have decided that having the fresh fish bar near the door is more appealing.
It wouldn't surprise me if advertisers decided to adopt the same idea. Smells sell. That's why perfume counters have "testers".
You can't sell a bucket of dismembered poultry on looks alone. Apparently.
"pipped" :)
I'm always amused by Morrisons and the fish thing. Very bizarre.
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