I hate that Jarrad’s ad that Guinastasia mentioned. I’m still steamed about those JC Penney’s ads that always featured the inept dad at home “babysitting” with the kids running around making messes, babies crying, dogs tracking mud in and whatnot, with Dad saying, “Where is your mother?”
Oh, there’s Mom! Out shopping, spending all Dad’s money at Penney’s!
I am not sure, I only remember hating the commercial, I don’t recall what minivan it was or the brand. I have seen a few commercial that annoyed me enough to make a mental note to not buy the product. Nothing I can think of currently however.
I think Saturn comes closest to this. My Wife an I had one. We liked it.
Jim
[Ron White] Diamonds. That’ll shut her up. [/Ron White]
I haven’t even seen it, but after simply reading about it, I am prepared to help you.
Cool, we have the makings of a good rabble. Lets upgrade to pitchforks and Torches and get these brainless wonders. 
I *hate * this commercial, as well as the other one mentioned (for a credit card, I think?). The only one I can think of offhand that I ever felt more venom for was a Talbot’s commercial, where a woman kept rebuffing her husband/boyfriend’s attempts to kiss her, while he looked all hangdog about it. It enraged me that I was supposed to think it was *cute * that she wouldn’t deign to let him kiss her cheek.
I always fantasized that commercial ending with her finding a note from him:
"Dearest Linda,
I’ve run away with Susan, who doesn’t object to my touching her. I wish you all the best, and I know that you’ll be okay. I left you the Saab.
Fondly,
Brad"
turns up with shovel
I can just see her barreling along in that crate.
Funny. I saw the commercial last night and just thought it was stupid, but not offensive. I guess I saw it as one of those silly “Only her hairdresser knows for sure” attempts. Since the dude knew she was going shopping and certainly didn’t seem put out about it, just curious, I don’t see an argument that this was some sort of adversarial relationship.
Oh, and why does everyone seem to be assuming that she’s spending his money, that she’s an irresponsible spender, and that he actually has any right to know what she bought?
Pitchforks and Torches? Pffft. Any self-respecting modern Angry Mob™ is armed with Soviet Army surplus AK-47s and RPG-7 rocket launchers. 
Speaking for myself, if I were spending my own money responsibly, it would never occur to me to go to such trouble to hide my purchases.
True, but I am old school.
The whole point of the commercial is how wonderful it is that she can hide her purchases, so much of the rest is implied.
Jim
Too true. No chance it’s her money?
Couple things:
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My wife goes “shopping” and returns with no purchases (let alone a clean car) and she’s toast because I know she’s been out for a shag.
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Back when I would have been willing to do so, had I brought so much as a quarter carat diamond to my wife I would have been toast for wasting money on frivolous stuff like jewelry.
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Had I purchased any item of jewelry for my wife, who then decided to drop it into my drink at a party (it wasn’t an hour’derve–it was the jewel IIRC) I’d smack her and rip her earrings out.
It’s a relationship. It’s their money. Sneaking extra helpings of it to buy stuff for herself is not good. Plus, the whole nothing-to-hide thing otherwise.
Oh…and why has nobody suggested that it was maybe her day to be in the barrell?
I gots my pitchfork! Let’s go! :mad:
I hate this commercial, but only because of all the opportunities that were missed.
Imagine if they showed a nice young couple crossing the border, then stopping to open the compartment to let out their new nanny. Or two wacky vaguely foreign guys bumbling their way through customs: “Have a ricin day… I mean nice day, sir!”
Or, best of all, Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lechter being stopped by the State Police, while the camera focuses brand new cookware and a closed compartment. “I’m sorry I was driving so fast, Officer, but I’m quite late. You see, I’m having an old friend for dinner…”
I gotcher ptichforks here! Complete with fresh horse manure on the tines.
And you don’t even need to haggle over it – the price is the price.
~ ETF, proud owner of 33-mpg-in-local-driving, 106,000+ miles Saturn.