Every Sunday evening back in 1997 I was glued to the TV set as was my usual routine. In Episode 20 during Season 8 of my favorite television show a young boy complains that he doesn’t get any mail. Then his mom decides to give him the family’s junk mail. One of them is a credit card application. He fills it out using the name of his dog, Santa’s Little Helper and claims the occupation to be “butt doctor”. The company misreads the name as “Santos L. Halper“, and the credit card application is approved. Before long, the boy receives a credit card and zaniness ensues.
Here we are 14 years later and every time I hear “Santa’s Little Helper” I still go immediately to “Santos L. Halper”… that is until I had this beer. Continue reading