Hopefully you’re not tired of the videos here. This one comes from no less than the New York Times’ main food critic, Frank Bruni, who calls it “bizarrely riveting” in his Diner’s Journal blog. Wouldn’t go that far, but it is bizarrely hilarious. From the excellent quote that gave this piece its title to the site of Maury Povich actually chasing a blonde, blubbering lunatic around his auditorium with a pickle, there is much comic gold here.
At first it was annoying listening to this girl whimper and sob over the mere thought of pickles, but as you see her scamper, terrified, across the floor of a New Jersey pickle factory, you realize the annoyance stems from a desire to see her fear mollified. Before too long, that desire fades and you quickly start wishing she would trip and fall in a vat of pickles. It’s a good exercise in losing sympathy.
Also sympathy robbing: The part when she says that, in her job as a waitress, she’ll tell a customer they’re out of pickles just so she won’t have to handle one. That’s effed up.
Attack of the Killer Pickles [NYT Diner’s Journal]
