If you must eat crackers that taste like ass, we pray for your sake that the ass they taste like is a tasty one:

The sordid truth, of course, is that this is just another case of the algorithm taking matters out of the hands of the the underpaid and semi-literate workers, as with the Summa Cum Laude cake that the Publix online ordering system refused to sell to a proud momma a few days ago because it had the “profane” word “cum” in it. These are Tastyâ„¢-brand “assorted” crackers, and the machine that prints out the Managers [sic] Special sale placards has some algo that says something like “two lines, eight to ten characters per line, lines must be the same length, truncate the end of whichever line you have to to make the lines match.” It’s very possible that a shift “manager” is supposed to review and approve a stack of these placards every morning when they roll hot from the printer, but the half-hour hassle to implement and redo a changed placard is not going to blip the biweekly automated productivity review in any kind of positive way, so why bother? Do you think a regional or a district manager is ever going to go down the ass-cracker aisle?

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