I would swear my undergarments had the cornucopia logo when I was growing up. I actually remember the point in my life where I saw the logo without it and assumed they decided to modernize.
Ditto, but I had a spooky event preceding that. A black robed guy wearing a wide brimmed hat (think Vatican Elite or something) walked into my uncle’s bedroom when I was a kid and held up two white T-shirts from Fruit of the Loom on brightly colored plastic clothes hangers, and said:
“We’re thinking about changing the logo, do you prefer this traditional one, or this modern one?”
And, me, being small child babu and scared out of my mind by having a tall, pale, black garment dressed figure in the room with round sunglasses went:
“Modern. It’s the Year 2000 coming up, the new millennium. Everything has to change.”
He laughed and thanked me for my time and then walked THROUGH THE WALL to leave, not through a door.
The next year, 9/11 happened, and everything changed. Still boils my brains.
I would swear my undergarments had the cornucopia logo when I was growing up. I actually remember the point in my life where I saw the logo without it and assumed they decided to modernize.
Same. I saw the new logo in a sign in a Kmart
Aren’t clothes pretty commonly counterfeited?
Yes but fruit of the loom is already your bargain barrel brand.
Fruit of the Loom is already like the cheapest shit you could buy. Who would counterfeit the shitty brand?
I’m pretty sure the local department store wasn’t selling counterfeit kids underwear. This isn’t like a Nike shirt or something.
Ditto, but I had a spooky event preceding that. A black robed guy wearing a wide brimmed hat (think Vatican Elite or something) walked into my uncle’s bedroom when I was a kid and held up two white T-shirts from Fruit of the Loom on brightly colored plastic clothes hangers, and said:
“We’re thinking about changing the logo, do you prefer this traditional one, or this modern one?”
And, me, being small child babu and scared out of my mind by having a tall, pale, black garment dressed figure in the room with round sunglasses went:
“Modern. It’s the Year 2000 coming up, the new millennium. Everything has to change.”
He laughed and thanked me for my time and then walked THROUGH THE WALL to leave, not through a door.
The next year, 9/11 happened, and everything changed. Still boils my brains.
That kind of thing used to happen a lot.