This Office Depot commercial where the brat is complaining that Shakespeare would have gotten more pens (or something) and that freaky guy jumps out and quavers, “Perhaps these pens would do for my lady?” In reality, the kid would have burst into tears and run away, screaming, “Bad man! Bad man!”
No–it just makes them sociopaths.
I guess then we are all sociopaths as we eat food, which had to be killed so we could consume it. :rolleyes:
Getting back to specific commercials, at the top of my list now is the My Secret Weapon offering from Wayfair. What the hell is up with this over-top-top, histrionic, grating annoyance of a song? Wayfair, you’re selling table lamps and throw pillows. You don’t need a song worthy of the announcement of the second coming. Enough already!
And don’t get me started on “it ships for free”. No. It doesn’t. We are paying for the shipping, not you! We’re not morons. Are we?
Another radio ad that’s driving me nuts. For some energy provider.
“My thermostat doesn’t change, my paycheck doesn’t change. So why should my bill change?”
Because the freaking outside temperature changes, you moron! That affects how much energy it takes to cool (or heat) your house.
Ok, I know some people need to be able to predict what their bill is going to be, and this service is for them. But your spokesman is an idiot.
I don’t know about you but I certainly don’t celebrate the fact that my food had been killed. This isn’t Milliways.
And on top of that, some security companies have started including medical alert devices with some packages. Between increased competition and a slowly dying customer base, it makes sense that they’re starting to panic.
Regarding the customer base, I guess it’s the same realization that has caused adjustable bed manufacturers to suddenly start marketing their beds to thirty-somethings.
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That’s quite over-the-top, and is not likely to do anything but drive this thread in Pit-worthy directions. Everyone, let’s drop the hunting-as-sociopathy discussion completely.
I usually tolerate commercials well but there is one that just gets under my skin. It is for some drug (does anyone really go to their doctor and decide they have a condition and know the proper drug based on a commercial?) It has a middle aged woman “directing” and marching with a band. The director is not allowed on the field and even if she was she is the most robotic and not directing director I’ve ever seen. And to make it worse, for some reason they are practicing/performing while there is a game going on at the same time.
The smug look as she dances backward waiving her hands just makes me cringe.
The marching band refused to yield when the players tried to take the field?
It’s better than the Myrbetriq commercial with the overactive bladder.
I’m pretty sure that was the same game where the players tried for a forward pass while the joker stood on the sidelines in a cast.
It was a hell of a day, I tell you.
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My contribution is this recent Allstate commercial where a guy is recounting for his agent that he is not messing with his discount by apparently telling a story (which is depicted, rather than discussed) of some crazed hot rod who had challenged him to a street race (which he responsibly declined) - e.g. “You want to go?” “I can’t…something about a discount on auto insurance.” “Wooooooooo!”
The thing is, this customer who is telling this story has a crazed look in his eyes and wild hair. I think he’s crazy. I think the Allstate agent on the commercial thinks that he’s crazy (she tells him, “I think you got this.”). I don’t think the hot rod story is real - he’s just delusional.
Which makes me totally confused about why I’m supposed to want this insurance. I just feel sorry for the paranoid schizophrenic who’s so worried about his insurance rate going up.
I thought the whole point of prescription drug ads was to get the patient to pester their doc for the newest, most expensive drug.*
*I would consign all such ads to the deepest, rankest, hottest bowels of hell.
I’m not a beer drinker, but every time I have had a beer, I could taste it (I don’t like it, but I can certainly taste it.) It is never like I’m drinking air. What’s wrong with these people?
I think they’re saying that all other beers they’ve tried tasted like water rather than beer.
So - “Sam Adams: the beer for people who have ruined their tastebuds”?
Ok.
The one that drives me crazy every time I see it is the State Farm she-shed commercial. - YouTube
Hit by lightning? Please, the house and tall trees in the background aren’t even touched. The guy obviously isn’t even trying to put the fire out, and that little drizzle of water from the hose wouldn’t do any good anyway. And he’s horrified when the wife finds out she can get a new chi-chi-er she-shed.
I’m sorry lady but you married an arsonist! Your new she-shed is likely to get “struck by lightning” too!
The only thing I can think of when I see this commercial is a certain episode of a podcast called “Pod Is My Copilot,” in which one of the hosts tells a story about an incident they witnessed at a bar that ended with a very similar phrase (“I can taste your beer.”).
I know! And when she calls the insurance agent, she says, “Well, it finally happened, Zachary…”
This has happened before!
No, that would have been “It happened again, Zachary!”
What she says does indicate, though, that there have been threats or things building up to this; possibly kidnapper-style cut-out letter notes to the effect of “I’m gonna burn down your she-shed.” It’s a much darker commercial than it appears to be at first glance.