Yer Saturday Chuckle, Part 2: “Thank you for picking Uranus!”

Several months ago, I wrote a short article about a rather, er, “unique” place I passed while traveling: the Uranus Fudge Factory in Uranus, MO. My schedule didn’t permit me to stop then; but on a subsequent trip, I had a schedule that allowed a stop.

Yeah, it was worth stopping. The place was a hoot – a bit juvenile, but a hoot nonetheless.

The title of this article is what you hear from the sales staff on entering the place – spoken loudly and proudly. (smile) You’re also greeted by this . . . guy(?) holding a sign to the same effect:
 

 
But if you’re observant, besides the place’s name you get another clue about the place before you even enter. There’s a sign that tips you off posted outside the building. You can see it from the parking lot as you approach the building to enter (be sure to read the fine print):
 

 
Here’s a close-up of the sign:
 

 
The place was a bit crowded inside. But it seems they have plans for expansion:
 

 
If you have to make a latrine call (I’d been on the road for a few hours by then, so yeah – I did), depending on your gender you might see this sign:
 

 
One disappointment: I got there in time for lunch, and was planning on trying the wings at the saloon and party bar next door. Unfortunately, that business doesn’t open until 4PM. Should you decide to go and also plan to eat, you might want to take that into account. You won’t be able get anything to eat there except snack-type stuff before 4PM, and there’s not much else in the immediate vicinity.

No, I didn’t get anyone We KnOw AnD “lOvE” a union T-shirt during the stop. Their T-shirts were kinda pricey; ol’ purple-tiger-striped Blunder Chicken simply isn’t worth what I’d have had to spend.

And no – I didn’t try the fudge, either. (smile)

Category: Pointless blather, Who knows