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Hey, Kwik Trip couldn’t wait until May Day to spring its Top Banana on you. So here lies a chance to get into many a concert free (including, but not limited to, the iconic local club Dibbo’s). But a restriction: Don’t expect its offer to be too-fully Tuity Fruity. That comes at many other times.

This is more doggone funny then most nature puns, straight from the sponsoring store’s marketers, and is how this raft of information/recommendations got going. But unlike most puns, it didn’t pour from my mouth/fingers all too Kwikly. To wit:
“Celebrate National Banana Day (or can I declare it a week)! We hope this “ap-PEELs” to you.” (Producing one is something that now and then has been fruitful and gotten you into concerts both local and regional for free, but now with Covid fears and the need to feed so many people, promoters have steered more to a food shelf donation of a canned good or two, non-perishable of course. For such bananas have lasted through a long trek from a continent or two away, but Kwik Trip has that base covered with ripening rooms, as will be described below).
The little smiley icon that went along with, (I am boycotting use of the actual name as its just one more thing to have to remember to google), looks more like another fruit, from a land not as far away. Peachy-keen! Georgia on my mind.
For peanuts? But instead, a free pound of bananas, all day unlike various happy hours, when you use your Kwik Trip reward cards with coupon. And this was put out there by their marketing department on, when, the 20th? That is the official day of this fruit, when they’re top banana. So why didn’t I get, or at least see, it in my inbox until the 25th? (See near the end of this post for techno info, and not from Joe).
But I have a great big ol’ conspiracy theory, and yes HudsonWiNightlife has them also, just not as frequently and non-satirically: The powers that be at this being the Kwik not the dead, are hoping this will be a foot in the door, to get you into the store, even if the bananas will soon fade, (but at Kwik Trip I know people who know people, so I know the stock is updated and the rest tossed EVERY MORNING. Again, see the end of the post for more of what this convenience store does for you in such cases to make them … convenient). Back to my conspiracy point, the everyday price is 49 cents per pound, and that’s when they really want you to buy — if its a true freebie are you actually buying It? And to have you do it this spring, which is what they are banking on, before there is a price rollback, to borrow a WalMart term, that brings the rate down to just over a quarter.
And I do think they first hatched this email plan, on 4-20, not taking into account what the other holiday is on that day. Pound of pineapples? OK, considering the possible recipient error message going bananas — or not — that would seem more likely someone on my end.
So was there a techno lapse? A Joe lapse? A lapse on both ends? Have you had this happen?
It can be a thing such as the size of the email and its attachments, and network latency, or most often, a case of sender or recipient client delays, online info says. Still, we are usually talking a few minutes. And I won’t make a Spam joke, although it may be peripherally relevant.
From earlier, there are many ways that Kwik Trip really kicks it in gear to beat its competitors as a quick change artist, reacting to market conditions and in many cases making changes overnight. But here is some stuff they have come up with, going forward, to float your banana boat.
“We have 10 banana ripening rooms located in our distribution center in La Crosse, which allows us to ship out over 21,000 cases of bananas per week!
“We ship our bananas to stores in two stages – green and yellow – to ensure folks like you can find the bananas of your liking!”
There have been such other Kwik Trip freebies hawked through email and its usage of coupons, and just as you can roll out the barrel, they keep rolling them out, so take a close and timely look. This is the biggest and best beer state, and pay attention to National Made-Holiday Days Of …
Other such freebies have included a pair of different Topo offers this month, the most recent a Chico Margarita on the 15th. And at times you’ve been able to get a can of beer, spiked or otherwise, for under a dollar.

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