Is this remnant of American culture doomed, y'all?

“Where’s your Bayer?”

I vividly remember that question from my high school job working in a convenience market in my Tennessee hometown.

A buxom young lady from out-of-town posed the query and I helpfully directed her to the section of the store showcasing our aspirin, bandages, Merthiolate, etc.

She sauntered to the shelves I suggested. Alas, she searched in vain. I clarified the directions. The “last year’s Easter Egg” aura increased.

I finally asked, “WHAT was it you said you were looking for?”

“Your Bayer. You know, like Pabst and Miller.”

This incident comes to mind because “The Daily Mai...