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I can’t recall the name of the service, but I can’t stand the ads that feature a guy playing a guitar and singing about how failing to use a credit-checking service ruined his life. One is set in a basement, the other in a seafood restaurant. The song gets stuck in my head, and both scenarios are ridiculous.
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Those commercials drive me insane.
First of all, it’s the same guy in both commercials. Is it supposed to be the same character? Was his identity stolen before or after he married a girl who lied to him about having awful credit and who he now wishes he had never married? And why are they living in his parents’ basement? Where were they living before they got married? Why didn’t she just move in with him? And what should he have done, anyway - gone behind her back and contacted Free Credit Report.com, which apparently will just give away your credit information to anybody?
They show these commercials all the time on Bravo, so I’ve had plenty of time to think about this stuff.
The McDonalds commercial that drives me crazy is the one where the little kid comes to the dinner table wearing a bright yellow track suit and carrying a boom box. I’m not really sure that there’s a point to the commercial beyond cool kids eating McDonalds or whatever, but the commercial lasts approximately seven hundred years and is obnoxious as hell. It bugs me that the kid’s dad (who clearly just got home from work, as he’s decked out in what I believe is a 3-piece suit) doesn’t tell him to knock it off and eat his apple slices already.
I’ll chime in on the dislike for the Burger King ads. BK is actually my favorite fast food chain, and I patronize them far more often than is remotely healthy. These ads have actually made me cut back on my intake. Why on earth would I want to go there if there’s a chance that the staff is going to lie to me about not having what I order?
The Wal-Mart ad that bugs me is the ultra-schmaltzy one where the mom is standing outside talking about how a kid spending a Wal-Mart gift certificate is like Christmas morning all over again.
On the same note, I’m glad that Christmas is over so that they don’t have to show those incredibly annoying ads where the kids pitched some big expensive toy to their mom who then gleefully bought it for them because it was available “at the Wal-Mart price.” Yes, congradulations. You just saved $0.73 on some giant mechanical parrot for your spoiled child.
*Edit: reading about the Meth PSA reminds me how obnoxious I find some of the anti-smoking PSAs in New York. Particularly, the ones that threaten you with gangrene and loss of limbs as a result of smoking.