Kimopolis

The Arby's Cowboy Hat Sign

Earlier this week, a bunch of my friends joined a Facebook group called, “When I was a kid I thought Cal Worthington said ‘Pussy-Cow’ not ‘Go see Cal’” and, after I had joined as well, the general sentiment amongst the members was astonishment that others, complete strangers even, could’ve misinterpreted the jaunty jingle in the very same way. Well, when I was a little girl, I used to think that the yellow cement trucks with the little cowboy hats painted on them worked for Arby’s. In fact, I believed that instead of being filled with cement, the giant, spinning drums contained hot BBQ beef.

I don’t know how, or why, I ever made the connection between the two completely unrelated objects, except that the cowboy hat symbol on the truck closely resembles the Arby’s cowboy hat. There was, and there still is, an Arby’s on Lincoln between Wilshire and Santa Monica and, although I’ve never eaten there, the neon sign is prominent in my mind as a long-standing landmark for the area. Perhaps, when I was younger, I saw one of those cement trucks in the parking lot of Arby’s, or idling in front of the place on the street.

In no way did it seem unusual to me that pre-prepared meat would be delivered in a ginormous barrel because, well, those shiny, long, silver tube trucks carried milk in them, didn’t they? So, every now and again, like this afternoon, I still see those yellow cowboy hat cement trucks, and it always makes me giggle picturing thousands of pounds of tasty meat gently rolling around in the back of the truck, waiting to be pumped into Arby’s restaurants across SoCal and beyond.

Pussy-cow, pussy-cow, pussy-cow.

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