Two years ago, we got this hilarious and vaguely threatening voice mail about the Last Supper After Dinner Mints. The lady starts out pretty calm, but gets angrier as the call goes on. She loses steam and starts back up again a couple of times. Not only are we going to hell, but this mysterious group of hers has taken secret steps to stop a large corporation from distributing the mints to a large east coast retailer. “How we removed them is our business.” Sounds to me like they are saying they stole them. I hope not, that would mean that they broke a certain eighth commandment from a certain stone tablet.
If she is really worried about us and our salvation, wouldn’t she leave her name and phone number? Even the phone she called from had the number blocked, so it seems like she didn’t want to start a dialog with us.
The mints remain one of our best selling items.