Pretzel Day Thursday

Everyday, my route home from work brings me past both the local high school and middle school. Often times, when I have driven past the middle school, there is a sign out front that says simply, "Pretzel Day Thursday." There is nothing else on the sign.

I first assumed that it was some sort of seasonal fundraiser, and that the following Thursday would be a day when the school would be selling pretzels. However, Thursday passed just like any other day, and the sign disappeared.

Then a few weeks later, the sign was back. Since then, it appears and disappears seemingly at random. Sometimes it is present on Mondays or Tuesdays, sometimes it's there on Fridays. I have yet to find out what Pretzel Day is, and I'm not sure if I want to know.

Today, the Pretzel Day sign was outside of the high school.

In my ten months living in North Carolina, I have rather routinely been presented with large cultural caverns that my southeastern Iowa/southwestern PA upbringing had not prepared me for. Example: "Cotillion" or kids taking classes in being fancy, dancing, and dancing fancy.

Perhaps Pretzel Day is some mystical southern delight that I am not yet privy to.

Or perhaps it's code for predictions of the end of the world.

Or perhaps it's simply a day when they offer pretzels for lunch.

At this point, there is only thing that can be certain about Pretzel Day - it's Thursday.