I will never forgive Dairy Queen.

So, I still order a large lime Mr. Misty every time I visit DK (and sing ‘Kill The Poor’ inside the store, but that’s just for lulz) despite them renaming it Artic Freeze a few years back. Then I mumble artic freeze when the cashier doesn’t know what I’m talking about.  Just one reason I harbor anger at Dairy Queen.

The other and main reason?

This.

You see, Dairy Queen was to have a G2 kid’s meal promotion, and my local DK was to have this toy. I ate a million damn BBQ sandwiches waiting for DK to get it in. “Any day now, the truck will bring it” lied the cashier.

They never got it.

Same thing with a local Wal Mart. Back when Sam Walton’s fine establishment had it’s own snack bar, before the onslaught of McDonalds and Blimpee’s at the entrance fo the stores, Wal Mart indeed offered all sorts of unhealthy snacks for the value shopping consumer. Well, as at the time I was in high school, I worked at the nearby McDonalds.

I would regularly visit Wal Mart on my break, as I could not stand being in that grease stained pit of human sorrow for any longer than I needed to (it was a particular miserable McDonalds). I would visit Wal Mart and sometimes eat a lunch at their snack shack. Well, while sitting at my table one day, I saw a G2 table sign thing (what DO they call those things anyway?). Apparently the Wal Mart snack shack had a kids meal, and they were to have Transformers Generation 2 stickers as a prize.

Immediately I asked about them, and the lady informed me that they have yet to get the stickers. Wanna know a deep shocker?

THEY NEVER GOT THE STICKERS.

We’re talking about days on end of eating big pretzels and cherry icees for a meal, with no reward (other than the pretzel and icee). The lady DID, however, let me take one of those table top sign tents. That was rad until the Wal Mart door Nazi took it from me and tried to say I was stealing.

I felt anger.

I felt extreme anger.

What kind of anger?

Unfortunately, as any toy nerd can tell you, there is yet to be a retail store staff to even remotely care about slighting a toy nerd. So I went home and vowed never to return to that Wal Mart ever again. Which just like those hipsters who protest Wal Mart daily, lasted just as long as I didn’t need socks. Then I went back to Wal Mart, sure that they learned their lesson.

Really, where do those hipsters get their poster boards to make anti Wal Mart protest signs from anyway?

Duh.

So as I anticipate BotCon within the next few weeks, and it’s awesome G2 themed set, I wonder… will Rob finally get his over due G2 fast food premium at the con?

Survey say’s, I’ll probably just eat a Monster Taco at Jack In The Box and try to pretend an RPM is my long lost G2 fast food toy.

I’m pretty lame.