Nobody gets a Wienermobile
Not this one. See below. Photo: Ben Hider
UPDATE: As tends to happen with all good things, the Wienermobiles were just a cruel joke, one that’s apparently been perpetuated before. Vancouver journalist Sean Craig called the listed number and the man on the other end says he’s being pranked. We regret falling for it, but will continue to hold onto hope that one day our streets will be filled with civilians driving Wienermobiles.
Ours is a generation raised on a wish: to be loved by one and all. Unfortunately, we were raised to believe this could only happen if we were to be transformed into a tube of mechanically separated pork, corn syrup, and sodium lactate. Alas, we are ensconced not in sausage casing, but rather our own rotting flesh sacks, to be consumed not by those who desire us, but rather the insects and animals who will one day raid our our corpses. We blame you, Oscar Mayer.