You bet your sweet aspercreme...

Contagious' recent posting made me think of this.
My husband will tell you how much I hate tv commercials. I just hate them. Whenever the program I'm watching breaks for commercials and I happen to be in possesion of the remote, I go channel surfing. I will end up watching 3 or 4 different shows at the same time to simply avoid commercials. My husband is the exact opposite. To him a tv commercial is a welcome break to sit and relax, contemplate life, get up to pee, whatever. So, when he's in charge of the remote, I have to suffer through the ads and wait for my show to come back on.
However, there has been an ad or two that's made me glad I didn't have the remote and the power to have changed the channel. One recently that I just loved was for a product called Aspercreme. I think it's a pain reliever of some sort. But they have this little jingle that's prefaced with a question like "will this work on your sore back?" And the jingle kicks in, answering the question- "you bet your sweet aspercreme!" l loved it! I don't know if the shades of white trash or the underlying vulgarity, but it's like being in the 5th grade knowing that you're getting away with something. Brilliant ad campaign, I thought, until the other day when I saw it again. They've taken out the catchy jingle and replaced it with something totally lame- "will this work on your sore back?" "it will if it's aspercreme." Whatever, someone obviously complained and they cleaned up their act, but I was very disappointed. I guess I'll have to wait to see it on Fox's funniest commercials or something....

You know what's funny?

Stupid people. Stupid people are funny. I've come to that conclusion recently in an attempt to stop being so bothered by them. If not for their stupid antics, I'd have so much less to laugh at.
This morning I was in the cafeteria at work trying to buy some skim milk out of one of those rotating vending machines to go along with my cheese danish. As the display spins around and I search for my container of skim milk, a voice behind me pipes up, "Are you looking for skim milk?" I turn to see the gray haired kitchen helper who stocks the vending machines sitting at a table eating corn flakes. She tells me the skim milk is right there, right in front of me- see the 1% carton? And she says it with such confidence that suddenly, I'm the one who feels stupid- it's practically skim, I guess, though I don't know if that was her point or that she truly doesn't get it. Maybe that's not necessarily a stupid thing as it is an age thing. My grandmothers idea of skim milk was mixing whole milk with powdered milk. Maybe it's skim if you have to "skim" powder residue off the side of your glass, I don't know, but I guess I shouldn't care too much if the person stocking the vending machine doesn't really understand the products she's stocking. I can laugh at her ignorance rather than be annoyed by it and perhaps find some comfort in the fact that my arteries are pumping skim milk instead of whole!