It has been a week of heavy pondering...
There must have been a memo or two that I missed.
Maybe it makes sense to you but frankly I'm baffled at the astounding number of television and radio commercials for car insurance. They're on ALL the time and, granted, most are reasonably funny. Liberty Mutual, Geico, Progressive, State Farm, and Allstate are almost impossible to miss in any given broadcast day. Unless you're a hapless accident prone driver, how many times does anybody need to change car insurance providers? Yeah, yeah, I know that sometimes you can save a couple of bucks by switching insurers but who wants the hassle?
The other puzzling part of this whole deal is how little information these commercials impart. Granted they're exceedingly clever for the most part but I'm damned if that wacky Flo, a gecko or an Emu are who most of us think of as "go to" oracles for insurance tips. That stupid insurance peddling Emu and his faithful human companion, Doug, may have some credibility at the goon garage and the laughing academy but can you imagine calling them when you have a claim?? The witness protection stooge standing by the Hudson River in shadow with his voice altered speaking in hushed tones about car insurance until, recognized by a neighbor kid, he's forced to go head first over the rail and into the river is a puzzler. Instead of picking up the phone to get a quote from this outfit it would seem more fitting to call the harbor patrol or their ad agency and demand to know what the hell they were thinking.
As long as we're talking wheels...
There must have been a memo or two that I missed.
Maybe it makes sense to you but frankly I'm baffled at the astounding number of television and radio commercials for car insurance. They're on ALL the time and, granted, most are reasonably funny. Liberty Mutual, Geico, Progressive, State Farm, and Allstate are almost impossible to miss in any given broadcast day. Unless you're a hapless accident prone driver, how many times does anybody need to change car insurance providers? Yeah, yeah, I know that sometimes you can save a couple of bucks by switching insurers but who wants the hassle?
The other puzzling part of this whole deal is how little information these commercials impart. Granted they're exceedingly clever for the most part but I'm damned if that wacky Flo, a gecko or an Emu are who most of us think of as "go to" oracles for insurance tips. That stupid insurance peddling Emu and his faithful human companion, Doug, may have some credibility at the goon garage and the laughing academy but can you imagine calling them when you have a claim?? The witness protection stooge standing by the Hudson River in shadow with his voice altered speaking in hushed tones about car insurance until, recognized by a neighbor kid, he's forced to go head first over the rail and into the river is a puzzler. Instead of picking up the phone to get a quote from this outfit it would seem more fitting to call the harbor patrol or their ad agency and demand to know what the hell they were thinking.
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| Limo Emu?? |
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| What's with the English accent? |
As long as we're talking wheels...
Here in the Northwest we seem to have a limitless supply of RV dealers, some actually side by side with huge inventories. So, the question I keep asking and NOBODY has an answer for is this: What is a good week for an RV dealership? How many of those big ticket rolling estates do they have to sell to stay alive? One? Two? Do they have floor plans like car dealers or do the manufacturers provide all of those rows of motorhomes on a consignment basis? There are millions of dollars just sitting there! What gives?
Finally, why is it when we open a bottle of ketchup at home--remember when it was catsup?--must we put it in the refrigerator? Restaurants often have it perpetually at room temperature. Is it because it gets far more use in that situation or are we just idiots for keeping it cold at home? I prefer hot sauce anyway. Just asking for a friend.
Wow, this protracted mental workout has left me spent. It must be time for a nap, or at least a beer.
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