Pickle Mania

It's official -- people are crazy. But I love it!

Remember in July, when someone ordered Pickle Conspiracy black t-shirts (very stylish) and 40 buttons? That was only the beginning.

In August, another person ordered 10 khaki caps emblazoned with the nefarious Pickles.
"Someone in Nigeria likes pickles!" I said. But, no, the order shipped out without a hitch. I was astonished.

Then, on Thursday, yet someone else ordered 21 Pickle Conspiracy buttons. Not 10, not 20, but 21.
It was a sign. The die were cast. The writing was on the wall. The clichés were flying, fast and furious.

Pickles must be -- the new black. Or something. Why else would so many people be wearing them this season? A fabulous trend, I must say. Only time will tell if onions or ketchup will join them on the fashion runway.

The only other answer is the Conspiracy Theory: We are compelled to pursue the elusive Pickle because it wants us to. It's part of a plot, like the great wooden horse in ancient Troy. Only smaller, and kind of crunchy.

Have no fear. I will keep my vigil and report my findings. In the meantime, I may have to get myself a Pickle Conspiracy cap. I wouldn't want to be seen wearing last year's hat as I search for the truth.