Driving around a strange city, Celia finds herself near the Acme factory. Is this the place where all those Road Runner contraptions were made? The opaque factory, with its peeling paint, unreadable purpose, and everyman name teases us to react, whether with curiosity, amusement, or self-righteous dismay. Acme has the effrontery to operate in America, thriving on entropy, mystery, and decay.
Harley says
Ahhhh-the finally found ACME factory !!! I was a business major in college and in sooooo many courses the textbooks/teachers ALWAYS referred to business models/problems dealing with the “Acme” factory/business/job creators.
Celia says
Harley–That’s hilarious. Thank you! Imagine if this were the specific enterprise . . . the “thinkers” would find they’ve been wasting their time.