Tuesday, September 15, 2009

After my son and I re-entered...

...the U. S. (successfully), things got much less exciting. The sun went down and we drove on through the darkness only to be confronted by a sign along the side of the road announcing Salt Museum, next exit. Salt museum? We both looked at each other. What could you possibly say about salt that could fill an entire museum? Well, let's see...

"Deers lick it." Yeah.

"It's been around a long time." Yeah. What else? Come on; think! (We were getting a little punchy by this point.)

"We thought about introducing other colors but at the end of the day we decided to just stick with the traditional white."

"It comes in several varieties: plain, iodized (whatever that is), Kosher (!), sea salt..." Hey, maybe there's more to this than we thought!

"We're thinking of opening up a new wing to accommodate salt's evil twin, pepper."

"Oh, and be sure to visit our gift shop on the way out. In it you'll find copies of the bestseller, An Illustrated History of Salt, which might look like a bunch of plain, white pages with numbers at the bottom, but those are actually pictures of salt through the ages. The companion CD is just white noise." (Sorry, couldn't resist.)

"Also, we have those little packets for sale--regular and the ones with the little tubes." (Why on earth would you need more than one kind of little packet? "Okay, this is how we'll differentiate our salt--we'll put it in little packets with tubes. The customers will demand our product.")

Like I said, we were getting a little tired by that point. It was our cue to start looking for a hotel.

Next: The Actual Move-In.

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