I currently work at a Jack in the Box (#6016) in Idaho Falls, Idaho. And ever since I got my job I've felt better about myself. In school I was a loner and quiet, but when I got my job it is as if I discovered a dead part of myself. I associate, and I feel like I belong to a team and I have found so much self confidence that I am thinking about asking girls out on dates (and for me, that is very unusual). I talked to her and the subject of my job came up. And before I could tell her what resturaunt I worked at, she blurted out that Jack In The Box was her favorite place to eat. And I used that to my advantage to get to know her. I think that Jack may very well be some kind of Guardian Angel.
Peace out,
Patrick at store # 6016
Devoted employee since October 1999
about 8 months ago i was in a liquer store about to buy a lotto ticket. i was in the process of deciding which numbers to choose when a long dark black limmo passed by. On its antenna was a jack in the box ball. I love jack in the box. their jumbo jack burger by far beats those of all other fast food hamburger chains, even in-n-out. i thought about it for a minute and decided to take the name jack and use the letters alphebet number, for example.. A equals 1, B equals 2 etc.. so i got numbers 10, 1, 3, 11 which are the numbers for jack. i needed two more numbers, and thought about the 99 cent jumbo jack and used 29 and 39, using the two nines. then sure enough because of the powers of jack, i got 5 out of 6 numbers. everything came up except for 39. I won 350.000 dollars thanks to jack
I used to live in Caifornia and work and a Jack-in-the-Box, needless to say I got pretty addicted. Well, I moved out to Tennessee and was bumed to find out they don't have them out here. My husband started driving truck and pretty much just stays in the east but finally got a load to Texas. While there of course we had to find a Jack-in-the-Box and eat and get a ball. Soon after that we got a different truck and in the switch lost it. Today on the way home I saw a guy with a ball on his car. When I got home I decided to go on-line and see when they all are so if we are near one while on the truck we can go. So what do I find out but they just built the first one in Tennessee! YES!!!!
Two stories, both true.
1. One of my co-workers had a Jack antenna ball on his truck for several months. One night he came out and the ball was
missing, but he didn't notice, as he was a poor custodian of the Jack and commonly failed to take even the most basic
precautions. He would wash the truck with the ball on for god's sake. So he didn't notice the theft, but it came to his
attention several days later. My friend received a ransom note in the mail demanding a 12 pack of beer and $3.47 or Jack
would "start a new career". Enclosed in the note was a Polaroid of Jack on a golf tee on the first tee box of a local course.
Things looked serious but workable.
My friend, heartless fink that he is, refused to pay the ransom. The deadline passed and a new letter arrived. There was no note, just a photo enclosed showing the empty tee. Months went by, and a new envelope would show every couple of weeks. Jack was in photos on fairways and greens all over the County. Jack was of course never in the rough, for, as we all know, he is an excellent golfer.
I was accused of this crime several times and maintained my innocence. After one full year passed, the actual perpetrator came forward and returned Jack. He then simply stole the twelve pack from my friend's ice chest. I imagine he also g found a way to collect his three bucks. Although I was vindicated, my friend never apologized for his repeated accusations. As I said, he is a heartless fink. All I can say is I wish I had thought of the whole thing, it was funnier than heck.
2. In mid December I partook of a sourdough Jack combo. It was wonderful, but the best part was I received a Millenium Jack with it. I immediately installed Jack on my patrol car, on the police radio antenna in the center of the roof. He looked marvelous on the blue Nevada Highway Patrol car, festive hat tassels streaming. Many of my co-workers saw Jack and realized their cars were not as cool as mine. Soon Jack had co-workers of his own on other cars. Jack worked patrol with me for three weeks, enduring city traffic, emergency responses and one pursuit. On New Years eve we worked 13 hours straight, but Jack never faltered. On 01/05/00, a memo was passed down from the command staff insisting all antenna balls be removed from the cars. (at the Highway Patrol we don't have a sense of humor that we are aware of). Jack now over looks my computer desk at home, proudly wearing the road grime he earned serving and protecting.
I can tell you this about Jack, he's a grippy little guy. Per the radar in my unit, Jack stays in place up to 122 miles an hour. Over that, and the wind on his noise maker turns him around, but my unit tops out a 131 and he's still there, checking our tail for trouble. His hat streamers got a little frayed, but he's ready to party. You go, Jack!
Last Friday, I went to Jack in the Box. The food was good. Before I left, I got one of those antenna balls. I did not put him on my car, but I put him on my boombox. It does what a boombox does. Since I put him on my boombox, the radio has worked better than ever before! Thanks Jack! You're great!
In the summer of 1979, I worked at Jack in the Box #393 San Juan Capistrano, CA at the age of 16. It was a busy place, but I thought the clown talking from the box was "corny". One day a man in plain clothes overheard me and another co-worker outside the back of the restaurant talking. I was telling her that I was going some place else to eat my lunch. The man came to me to ask why. I told him (not knowing who he was) that the jerks who were working inside were throwing pickles on the ceiling, pouring "secret sauce" all over a car parked outside, and smashing heads of lettuce into the wall. I was disgusted with those idiots. He told me that he was the Vice President of Jack in the Box, and he promised changes. I thought that meant he'd fire me for saying things like that to who I thought was a complete stranger. He assured me that wouldn't happen, and then he went inside to have a talk with the manager. Within six months, the company "blew up" the clown as a way to change it's image. For a long time I wondered if I wasn't partially responsible for that. I felt bad that I had done Jack wrong. I had since quit my job, and carried that bad feeling with me for years. I was happy to see Jack return to his position of glory in 1995, and I just want to wish him all the best. Jack, if you read this, you've come back stronger than ever. You're a great American hero like Paul Bunyan and America looks up to you. As for those schmucks that used to work at #393, I saw a couple of them pouring used motor oil into the deep fry at McDonalds not long ago. At least they learned to respect the environment by recycling used motor oil. Forgive me Jack?
I first met Jack in Seattle Washington at the urging of my girlfriends parents Betty and Jack (no relation). I was very impressed and went there almost every day I was in Seattle :) I had the monster taco the first time but quickly went to my favorite on the next trip, THE BACON CHEESEBURGER ! Well as you can imagine, Betty and Jack got me addicted and now i will have to go back to visit Jack again in Seattle. I got a couple antenna balls while i was there, I wish I had gotten more, but I am going to ask Betty to send me another for my caddy.
I wish I had put on the antenna ball immediately so Jack could have been watching out for me, my girlfriend was following me in another van and ran into my rental van. It caught Jack by surprise and he was thrown to the floor but did he complain ? NO !! I am safe back in maine now with my antenna balls and they are now on my truck and my white dodge. I will get another one soon for my caddy too. The power of jack is looking out for me now, :) my girlfriend has not run into me once since Jack has been up there.
I would like to thank my friends in Hemet California for introducing me to Jack and his wonderful food. Long live Jack !!!!!!!!!!
To be honest, I'm not too crazy about Jack's food, but do I love Jack! I remember having a crush on him when I was a kid (Even now that I'm grown up I still think he's cute). I love adorning the antenna of my Mustang convertible with Jack's irresistible smile....But the problem is, so do other people....I can't keep Jack with me for more than THREE DAYS without someone stealing it. It's not as if the Jack ball is a rare item as there is NO possible JITB shortage in my area ( I'm a Los Angeles native). I don't understand it....What's the BIG fricking deal about putting down a lousy $1.05 (+California tax) for a Jack ball OF THIER VERY OWN?!?! You know, I was thinking about getting a new one anyways. Jack came to me with his poor face smeared with the glue that put him together (sloppy), but it doesn't mean in the least that I didn't like having him around and that's no excuse to take him away from me. Oh, well.....Two words of advice for you fellow believers: CRAZY GLUE. Or, if you're REALLY committed: take him with your whenever you leave your car....It's the only way to truly ensure he will always be with you. So, despite the Jack-thefts, my passion for Jack and his balls *tee-hee* is just as strong as ever!
We are from Texas and were in Florida on our annual Christmas visit. I had Jack on my antenna and he was doing fine. I also brought one for my moms car. We headed for the mall to do some last minute shopping. The mall was crowded. I am lucky when it comes to getting a parking space near the stores. I spotted a space and started to rush to get it, when i started to pull in the spot, I was shocked. I said "look, another Jack antenna ball!" Being from Texas, i notice Texas license plates. I got out of my 1990 grey Plymouth Voyager and started to look at the car in front of me. It had a Jack antenna ball on it. I looked carefully and it was the same exact van!!!!! But when i saw that the left front headlight was fogged just like mine, I thought, this had to be a sign from Jack. The van was identical to mine down to the Jack antenna ball. I pulled in facing the other van and our Jack balls sat there smiling at each other. ML from Dallas, Tx.
I had my jack ball for years, it was all worn out, no eyes, no mouth, just a nose and a sad dangling hat. But in dedication to my Jack Ball I refused to throw him away! So My father bought me a new one, and told me to keep the old one at home. So I put the new one up and the old one in my room on my TV, giving him a much needed break. The day after this my house burnt down sadly charring my old Jack. And in the same week, while visiting friends in a small town named Windsor CA, some punk stole my new Jack ball. I was crushed. UNTIL The next day a commercial aired. The Jack and Jack ball fishing commercial. I couldn't deny it that Jack ball was MY Jack ball! He wasn't stolen, but in fact went to seek a career to help earn money for my family's misfortune! He was now a movie star, and I took some comfort in that.
But the real killer thing that happened was after I came to terms with my loss, was that all my friends took me to Jack in the Box. (For the awesome Sourdough Jack) We all bought Jack Balls together.
Instead of super-gluing mine to the antenna I placed it on my door lock, so he'll be safe from weather and theft! (Or in case he too decides to peruse a career in film). My house is now rebuilt, better than before. And currently he has a new room mate Millennium Jack.
My husband & I were unfortunate to have lost our nice car and had to purchase a junky looking car. We were unhappy about the situation and stopped at Jack in the Box for some comfort food ... Jumbo Jacks of course! When we got out of the restaurant, there beside our junky car was an old Jack ball. He was dirty with no eyes or mouth and his nose was bent...Evidently someone had purchased a new Jack ball & just abandoned the old Jack. I picked him up and with a black ball point pen drew in eyes and mouth. My husband put him on the junky car with a comment that at least we can find the car now in parking lots..Not that we wantd to. However, now every time we come out to the car, whether it is in our driveway or in our parking lot the Jack on the antenna is vibrating back & forth. We have decided that our car is not junky but unique and Jack is just absolutely dancing for joy to have a new lease on life. In fact my husband & I have taken up dance lessons so we can keep up with Jack.!
I've had my Jackball on my truck for 3 years now. Well yesterday I decided to get one of those attenna toppers from the hotdog fast food place,because I have 2 attennas. Well today, I went to work like normal and when I got out of work,both my Jackball and other attenna were both there. I noticed that Jack was looking at the other attenna topper and I didnt think much of it because occasionally turns around. But when I got home the other attenna topper was gone and Jack was facing forward with a big smile. So I guess Jack was unhappy about having another attenna topper there. So from now on it's me and Jack.That's my story.Thanks alot..Slade from TX
I have a very sad story to tell. Twice I have purchased the Jack ball and being a creative person I decided to make mine a Fiesta Jack as I called him. I purchased some shiney balls and clear string I attached the red shiney ball to the top of Jack's hat and several other of different colors to the clear string which was attached to the back of Jacks head. The first Jack ball stayed with me for three weeks before being stolen. I quickly went and purchased another Jack ball and fixed him to look like my first Jack friend. Fiesta Jack number two was stolen the next day....Jack Lovers Beware there is a Jack Ball thief in Sherman, TX. This is very upsetting to me since this little fellow has put a smile on my face each day that I looked out my window and saw my party Fiesta Jack smiling back at me...I am sad to say the loss of both Jacks has upset me so much that I do not think I shall purchase another Jack the loss is too upsetting...
-Robbie Birge
We were moving from Clarksville, TN to Gulf Breeze, FL. We were almost there. But while we were stopping for gas, we found a Jack antenna bobber on our Ryder truck. Since there are no Jack in The Box restaurants, we realized he must have came from the West coast, for the license plate said CA. Since then we have been watching for Jack in the Box commercials on the West coast station of our satellite. Jack has been kind enough to send us another antenna bobber for our other car. We have seen three others in Florida. We hope that one day we will get a Jack In The Box here
-L. Cowan
During my recent trip to Las Vegas, I told my friend that I wanted to pick up some stuff that was strictly "West Coast" which you cannot find back East (I am from NJ). Upon passing the local Jack in the Box, he simply stated, "Antenna Balls". Having never eaten there and not knowing what on earth he was talking about, I proceeded to go in, peruse the menu, pick up a Oreo Cookie Shake (I was not that hungry) and without any further ado, gleefully buy an antenna ball. Being a satisfied customer, I immediately knew that everyone I knew from back home HAD to have an antenna ball as well (at least as many as I could afford). That evening, not only did I order my first meal (Sourdough Jack, VERY good), but also an army full of Jack Antenna balls, for my associates in NJ. Here, we will lead the Jack Revolution by raising awareness of our ignorant East Coast, Non-Jack in the Box having bretheren.
Upon ordering 10 Antenna Balls in the Drive thru, the store manager immediately got on the mic asking, "DO YOU KNOW THEY ARE 99 CENTS EACH!?!?!?!" He was absolutely shocked. I simply stated, "money is no object for our cause." When we received our food, the employees were very surprised and disappointed when I told them that Jack in The Box was nowhere to be found in the East.
I was wondering about proper Antenna Ball ettiquete, however. Does one take their Jack off upon parking the car where he will be unattended? If I did indeed leave an unattended Jack on the antenna, I would be shocked if he made it through a whole week, without a kidnapping. Remember, NJ residents do not have easy access to a bevy of antenna balls, thus complete care must be taken. Any suggestions??
- Doing my part to lead the Revolution,
Michael Poland
Not only was my pledge name "Jack In DA Box".....but when I lived in Houston, TX back in the early 80's , I remember my parents taking me and my brother to Jack In The Box when we were little!! I just went back to Houston on a company trip for 2 weeks, and my whole expense report for the second week is nothing but receipts from Jack in The Box!!! Even the last night when I got a limo for me and my co-workers, we ended up going to Jack In The Box@ Greenspoint Mall in the drive through lane at like 1:00am!!!! It was one of the greatest nights of my life!!!!!!! I mean.......fast food breakfast made fresh anytime of day........THAT WOULD MAKE A FORTUNE UP HERE IN THE DC METRO AREA!!!!!!! You all need to expand the franchise....PLEASE!!!!!!!! Just wanted to say I love the place!!!! Don't go out of business!!!
-Eddie
Sir-
Below is a very sad Jack tale, a tale of the passing of one of the
finest Jack Balls I have ever had the privilege of knowing. The JB in
question resided on the antenna of "Dodgezilla," a black Dodge Ram 3500
duallie truck owner by the author of the below email, who owns a
horse-trailering business. Said truck, JB and author made trek from their
Hawaiian home to the greener pastures of Kentucky this summer, and the news
of the JB's untimely passing reached me today.
If you could share this with the friends of Jack, we'd be deeply touched.
Sincerely,
Chuck Little
Chuck, It is my very sad duty to break the news of the passing of a very dear friend of all of ours, especially Julia and I. After almost 3 years and more than 26,000 miles, Jack came to a tragic end this afternoon at the hands of a tree branch. I must say that it was probably my fault as much as the tree branch's as I wasn't watching where it would strike the truck (I was in the woods trying to maneuver the trailer). Very sadly, the tree caught the antenna, cocked it back, and catapulted Jack from the end of the antenna where, heretofore, he had rested unmolested since first being placed there in July of 1996. He quite happily presided over many happy journeys to and from Waimanalo, trips to Barbers Point, a trans-Pacific voyage that left him salt encrusted but happier for the experience, and a very enjoyable father-daughter cross country trek. Although Dodgezilla is currently in grief therapy over the loss of his best friend and inseparable companion (he thinks it was his fault, as when the tree launched Jack, he landed in the path of the front tires -- it was all over before I could get on the brakes), we are all making due the best we can in these bittersweet times. We can be happy and rejoice in the life that was Jack's. He led a full life and probably has outlived many of his contemporaries. I'm sure Jack would want us to remember the happy times and, as we wipe away our understandable tears, grow closer together as friends. Jack would have wanted us to face the future bravely and together, rather than look back with tear-blurred vision as individuals across a gulf of grief and isolation (He was ever the optimist and visionary). I, for one, can say that I am a much better man for having known Jack. His imprint on my life is an indelible one that will withstand the tides of time as they wash over my soul. And now, as I bring this to a close and as we, the assembled friends of Jack, close the final chapter of his earthly walk, I can, with charity for all and malice toward no tree, say "God Speed, Jack." Amen. John
My folks were driving through a Wildlife Refuge near Turner Falls close to the Arbuckle Mountains. (Mom loves the Jack Antenna Heads and had Jack # 2 on their antenna at the time). They were enjoying seeing various animals roaming free when they came upon the ostriches (large ones). One started to approach Mom and Dad's car and Mom saw him eyeing up "Jack". She tells my Dad to hurry and step on the gas and get out of there before the ostrich reaches "Jack". Too late. First the ostrich pecked poor Jack and then with the next motion, he snatched it from the antenna and ate the unlucky Jack Head. Mom couldn't say much except, "oh no, oh no...rest in peace Jack", as they all watched the pointy little hat and nose slide down the long neck of the ostrich.
-Frieda
I FINALLY got my first "Kenny"(Jack Ball) this Fourth of July Holiday. It wasn't that I hadn't tried to have a "Kenny" before. Each time I had bought one, someone else more needy expressed their desire to have their own "Kenny" blowing in the breeze. How could I deny them the pleasure I knew I would eventually have?
I just bought a new white jeep. (my first car in 11 years) All I needed now was a little white "Kenny" perched upon my antenna to create the perfect picture.
So it was this weekend I acquired my own "Kenny". I happened to notice, while driving through Yuma (San Diego - Phoenix road trip) these strange kamikaze birds. They would dive directly at your car and swerve away at the last minute. (scared the pididdle outta me) As I arrived in Phoenix my best friend gave me my first "Kenny". I was elated!! We placed him in his place of honour with much pomp.
Later that day we took the jeep on her first off-road expedition, Through shrub and trees, mud and rock we went. During one tight spot "Kenny" was thrown from the vehicle. I stopped and ran back for him. He sustained no injuries. He seemed so happy as the mud flew by his bright white head, his grin was infectious.
In the evening we took the jeep to get detailed. I removed the entire antenna so "Kenny" would have a place to sit. With the jeep clean and "Kenny" in his proper place, I began my journey back to San Diego.
All was well until Yuma. Suddenly - birds! They were everywhere! Coming from the left and right but held our course steady. We thought we were through it, when a straggler veered in from now where and with a surgeon's grace, removed my "Kenny" from the antenna. He flew into the high traffic area and was mercifully lost from my view.
It was with a heavy heart that I returned home. I still think of him, his bright little head bobbing in the sun and his happy go lucky grin - how I'll miss him
-Carole
one day driving home from school, my car caught on fire and it just so happened to be in front of the jack in the box near my house (houston, tx) and they let me use their fire extinguisher to put my car out. I bought a antenna ball after that and kyle (my antenna ball) has brought me good luck ever since.
I'd like to say thanks to Jack and his balls(antenna)
-Eric
My husband brought me my first Jack ball because I just fell in love with your commercials. I would see one of your commercials and just crack up laughling.
One day my husband took my truck to our deer lease (150 miles away) and when he came back, Jack was missing an eye. So, our neighbor kept teasing me about him going blind.
Several months later, my husband and our neighbor took my truck back to the deer lease, this time he came back without Jack. Said he noticed it was missing and him and our neighbor spent a good hour looking for him, but couldn't find him. My neighbor kept teasing me by saying things like "I kept hearing your one-eyed Jack yelling "help me, I can't see, help a cow stepped on me"! Then he would yell "Jack, where are you" and just laugh until tears were rolling down his cheeks.
The next weekend, my husband, our neighbor and his wife drove back to the deer lease, just to look for Jack. We searched over the 50 acre pasture for hours and couldn't find him, all the time my neighbor cupping his mouth and in a muffled sound saying, "I'm over here, help....!"
We live in a very small town (1,100 people) and 1/2 the town was in on this joke, everyone teased me when they saw me. They would say things like, "Heard someone spotted your Jack ball hitchhiking on 380" or "did you see on the news were a UFO was spotted with a one-eyed Jack as the driver".
Anyway, when you came out with your commercial about the Union Hall........couldn't believe it.........there HE was! Right down front, the old, dirty looking one-eyed Jack. My husband's and my mouth dropped open and we about died laughing. I received 8 different phone calls the first night the commercial was released, my friends all spotted my one-eyed Jack and thought it was hillarious, couldn't believe you found my Jack head and he made it in the movies!
We have had more fun with my first Jack head. Needless to say, I am on my 8th head now, people keep stealing them as a joke, so I just go buy another one.
-Sandy
Last semester at college I fell upon difficult times and alas was forced to withdraw from my Geology 101 class or face a failing grade. Soon after I received a Jack ball as a gift and signed up for Geology 101 in the Spring semester everyday while walking to my car I would look out among the sea of cars and there would be Jack always greeting me with a smile. I am happy to report that I received an A in my Geology class!
-Toni
After reading all the wonderful stories on that simple, yet calming character, Jack, I felt it necessary to contribute my own stories of how such a minute ball, a simple logo, can take a special place in one's heart, an area many others would die to occupy. You see. It's so simple. Jack is the answer. He just sits there on ure antenna and smiles. Corporate jobs don't bog him down. The stress of worldly unrest doesn't wiegh him down. Nothing breaks his smile. And even when he's been stripped by the elements when that fast Mustang is zipping him thru 90 mph, or in my case long trips to & fro b/w Dallas & Houston at 110mph on an 87 Honda Accord Hatchback, his faded smile and eyespots stand as a reminder : "Time may wear you down but if you smile hard enough and long enough...ppl will look at you as the same wonderful smiling person that you are."
Plus he's just so cool...his radio commercials r the bomb..and the Tv commercials r just as good! Here i feel ive opened up enough to confess the truth that b4 permanently residing here in Houston i used to live abroad and coming here I used to eat at the only fastfood joint i thought worthy enough : Mickey Dee's...but soon I discovered the hearty taste of Jack's burgers, the tasty oreo shakes, and yes, the convenience of late night purchases!!! And now Im a commited Jack customer.
Once...my brand new Jack was stolen off (the same night) my antenna in my apartment complex and boy was i pissed. I mean the dude had no freakin' courtesy. But thankful as I am, my prayers were answered, for only two nights later what should i see but the smiling Jack on another car. Upon close inspection i recognized it to be mine (i marked it incase it would ever get ripped off) and swiped! it off the antenna. There was Jack smiling cause...all along..he knew id be coming for him :).
I must clarify that though i don't like buying new jack balls every single day! the reason its so important to me that i have the same jack is very important. All who read this saga of Jack & I must understand : Its important not to rip off Jack balls cuz to me, its my Jack and he goes thru all the trips with me and he's there all the time im driving my car to all the places it goes..there's my smiling Jack ball smiling on...to cheer me along the way in Life! Infact since Houston seems to have an alarming growth of Jack antenna balls theft, I am very careful to take off my ball and keep him in the car when I park in a seemingly high Jack ball theft rate area. And lastly would you believe that whenever i go thru a carwash, I have to take the Jack ball off the antenna...ppl think about it: its kind of unfair to let your Jack ball go thru hot wax and hi speed water jets and hot air dry...u know he doesn't deserve it..
Hey u know what when i started this..i didn't think there was so much to write but guess what Jack knew. And that's why he's smiling. :)
I bought my first "Jack" antenna ball back in the salad days of college. Sure, I was poor and had exams and papers to think of, but life was good. I had no real worries to speak of. The elements started taking their toll on poor Jack, and he lost his stick-on features. I'd taken a blue fabric marker and painted blue dots back on for eyes, but couldn't find a good replacement for that delightfully smiley mouth. Pretty soon I entered the workforce and felt much like Jack - a sad, featureless, washed-out entity. On a whim I recently retired the old Jack and replaced him with a new one. Soon after I started a really cool job in a beach town. Way to go, Jack!
-Katherine
Last year, I put my first Jack antenna ball on my beautiful blue Celica. I made a point to customize it with a pair of miniature glasses I ripped off a Dogbert (the dog on the Dilbert comic strip) doll, a mini top hat, and cigar my girlfriend made. Anyway, the very next day, I parked my car at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, and when I returned not 15 minutes later, my Jack was gone! I was furious! Like John Travolta says in Pulp Fiction, "You don't mess with another man's automobile!!!"
Well, a few weeks later, my girlfriend and I drove up to Santa Rosa (about 65 miles away, 2 counties separated from San Francisco!), and as I pulled into a parking space at the Santa Rosa shopping mall, I saw a Jack that looked a lot like mine. It reminded me of my own Jack, but my heart almost stopped when I realized that he was sitting on the antenna of another BLUE CELICA!!! As I approached this other parked car, I studied the Jack on the antenna. Could it be?!? Yes!!! It WAS MY JACK! There was no doubt about it. The top hat, the Dogbert glasses, the cigar - EXACTLY as mine was! My heart pounded, and I grabbed Jack, feeling like I had been reunited with some long lost brother on The Jenny Jones Show. I ran back to my car to grab a pen and paper, and stuck a note on the other car's antenna. It read:
Dear Punk, Last month, you kidnapped me from a blue Celica at Fisherman's Wharf. I have finally mustered up the courage to leave you to search for my real owner. Good Bye, Jack
I am a Captain with a Fire Department that recently suffered a great loss. The Jack commercial with the auto accident and fire department was a great success in our area. We promptly installed antenna Jacks on most of our apparatus. Recently our Assistant Chief was responding to an auto accident in a staff vehicle. During the response he was forced to drive on the inside lane very close to on-coming traffic. An on-coming truck with large mirrors came very close to the Assistant Chiefs car and destroyed his antenna Jack. In fact, the multitude of pieces could not be recovered. This was a sad day for all of us. But then, as firefighters we must live with death and destruction and continue our lives
Last year (1996)in December my band played for the Hell's Angel's biggest chapter (Berdoo) for a Toy Run in Yuciapa, Calif. at "the Crossroads Bar & Grill". Nothing but harleys in the parking lot... and I mean seriously nothing but harleys! The parking lot is 200 yards by 300 yards. So I come driving up in my 94 Grey Dodge Van with Jack on my Antenna...This big guy (6'8" 375 lbs) won't let me in cuz I'm not a bike...I told him I was in the band...it didn't work - but then Jack's mojo started working on him and he let me park with the harleys...as a matter of fact, he had three big hombres help unload all my stuff (This is true...swear to Buddah...Bruce Petrell - keyboards/vocals from SUMMIT).
My family & I were on our way to spend a week in Riodosa, New Mexico in April of 1996. It had been raining when we left Houston around 2 p.m. on Good Friday. Just outside of Odessa, the rain had stopped, but there was snow on the highway. Not knowing there was ice on the highway, my dad started to change lanes and as we did we hit the ice and the Astro van we were driving started to slide towards the shoulder , ran into a ditch and the van rolled over and landed right side up. Luckily no one was hurt! People were there immediatly to offer help. As we were all starting to gather our belongings to get out of the van, it started to snow! One of the most important things that we gathered is our Jack antenna ball. People helped us get our things together and helped us find a motel to spend the night. When we got there we found Jack in one of our bags. He had a little dirt on his face but he was still smiling. We cleaned him off and put him on top of the TV. The next morning, my uncle came to pick us up and we were going back home. When we got there,we decided to put him on our Hot Rod. We thought that was a nice place for him.
-Chris
My wife and I recently moved from Oakland, CA, where there are plenty of Jack-in-the-Box restaurants, to Staten Island, NY, where there are currently none. After several month at our new home, Business brought me to Houston, where again, I was in JITB territory. Although I was working very diligently during my trip, I was feeling great and awful, for I was able to enjoy Jack's fine foods, while my wife was back in New York, far, far away from a Jumbo Jack. As my trip drew near its end, I came up with an idea that shows not only how much Jack is appreciated, but also how special my wife is to me. On the way to the airport, a short detour was taken. Upon my arrival at Newark Airporty, my wife was treated to slightly cool, but still very fresh, Jumbo Jacks! They made the trip across the nation.
-John
One night at the local pub we all went outside to go home at closing and noticed this funny
white ball on our antenna's. My friend Mike was standing there with a smile on his face and
told us all we've been Jacked. Well since then we've had such a good time with them that
we can't get enough of Jack. As mine was wearing out I notice that I had the "One eyed Jack".
I've since repainted on the face and added a painted white toothpick in it's mouth and is now
known as the "Smoking Jack". We painted one black for a black friend of our (who happens to
drive a white Cadillac" and he now has the "Black Jack". This looks great on his white Caddy.
These Jacks are so popular out here that they get stolen from time to time as the supply is
running out as we have no source to get more since there are none out this way (New England). So we don't give
them out as frequently and people steal them off our cars. When this happens we are
considered "Jacked Off".
It's a great way to identify friends and
such driving down the road. If I see a car with a Jack, I know I know this person.
If I can't remember where I parked at the mall, I just look for the Jack sticking way
above everything else.....
-Steve
My sister and her husband were leaving to have a quiet evening alone, and my neice, her 3 yr old daughter ran out crying because she was going to miss her mommy....The only way she would go back in the house with her other siblings was if my sister gave her the Jack Antenna Ball from their car.....She took Jack to bed that night instead of her teddy bear or doll, and now poor Jack is a mess...His hat is gone, his nose is gone, he has only one eye and no mouth, I guess you could say he is just a ball with a dot now, but he is one very much loved jack......A surrogate parent, not just an antenna ball :-)
-Lyssa's Aunt
A while back I acquired one of the Jack heads. I placed it on my antenna and basically forgot that it was there. On my daily comute to and from down town Dallas, I started noticing the number of vehicles with Jack heads. I then looked up at my antenna and saw mine was still there as well. To tell you the truth, I expected it to be gone. You see, it would be so easy for someone just to remove the Jack head walk away with it and place it on their vehicle. I began wondering how many heads are stolen, and why mine had not been stolen. I think it must be that the Jack head must bring out the good in man kind, therefore no one is compeled to remove the head. So, that brings a thought to mind. Do you want world peace? Give everyone a Jack head.
-Russell
If you life has also
been influenced by the "Power of Jack" send me an email and tell me all about it.