I work with several baby teachers. Most of them are twenty years younger and this is their first full-time teaching job. I also work with a teacher who is about 15 years older than me. He also has a background in the arts, and if things had gone differently, we would be related by marriage. (Not to each other. )
The other day, my bizarro brain became obsessed with Fruit Pie the Magician. (This has happened before.) I asked my colleague if he remembered this character. He did not. He also did not remember Twinkie the Kid on King Ding Dong. These were the spokespastries for Hostess. There was even a brief period when Hostess tried to shake things up by creating a chocolate twinkie, with a Twinkie the Kid of color. This did not last long.
I said all of the above to my colleague and he looked at me as if I had gone quite mad. He did not remember any of it, leaving me to wonder if perhaps I was in my own special loop of the Mandela effect. I tested this theory by asking him if he remembered Jot, the dot who had feelings.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized how nuts this sounded, so I looked it up. Jot was a dot that interacted with children and changed color and shape out of empathy for children. He was part of an hour long program that was on a local TV station on Sunday mornings.
In addition to Jot, one could tune in to see Davy and Goliath, a well meaning boy and his oddly judgmental dog. There was also a guy who would read the Sunday funnies aloud to the viewers.
My colleague remembered the show and the funnies but not Jot. He did not remember any of the spokespastries, but he did remember the marginally racist Frito Bandito.
I, however, do not.