Circus Peanut Hijack!
I’m in Cecil’s camp when it comes to circus peanuts (i.e. don’t love 'em, don’t hate 'em). But that’s not what I came in here to post. Let me tell you the story of ROMP:
Back when I was in high school, one day I noticed that someone had spelled the word ROMP in circus peanuts on the sidewalk in front of my house. “Hmm,” I thought curiously, “That’s not something you see every day.” I shrugged it off and went on with my day.
At some point later I received a phone call from someone disguising their voice (naturally, not with a device). It’s hard to describe what the voice sounded like, it was deep and loud, slightly reminiscent of a Dalek yelling “Exterminate!” Anyway, the voice identified itself as ROMP spoke of itself in the third person, and said some other stuff that I cannot recall exactly. Needless to say, it was now clear that Something Was Going On.
One morning I woke up to find circus peanuts on the outside of my windowsill (my room was on the second floor). I received more phone calls. I received notes - with circus peanuts included - telling me to go to random places (Chuck E Cheese, a video rental store) where invariably some store clerk would give me something, sometimes another note, sometimes little things, but always with circus peanuts. My best friend also began getting contacted by ROMP.
As you might imagine, finding out who ROMP was and what the hell was going on became the central focus of my time and energy.
One evening, I was sitting in my basement watching TV - it was 8 or 9pm. The doorbell rang and my mom answered the door. She called to me that I got a “delivery.” I came upstairs to find her holding a pizza box containing a cheese pizza covered in circus peanuts spelling, of course, ROMP. I immediately rocketed out the front door in an effort to catch the delivery guy, hoping to question him about who ordered the pizza. I should probably mention at this point that it was a hot night and I was wearing nothing but boxer shorts.
So, there I am, tearing up the street at full tilt with no shirt and no shoes, chasing after a little subcompact car, yelling at him to stop. I lasted about 2 blocks before I gave up the chase and returned home, defeated (and unwittingly walking right past a parked car full of the perpetrators of the whole thing, crouched down hiding from me).
To make a long story slightly longer, I was unable to figure out who it was, until after several weeks and more shenanigans I received a box full of circus peanuts and a t-shirt featuring a picture of 4 friends of mine - the kind that you would get made at a mall kiosk - and a ROMP! caption.
I never looked at circus peanuts the same way again.