Saturday, May 19, 2012
It's like Corona has a camera in my house!
This happens to me so often, I'm almost tempted to join one of those PeaPod programs and just have my groceries delivered to my door.
I mean, pretty much every time I go to the store, I'm stalked by gorgeous women who are irresistibly attracted to me- or, at least, attracted to that case of Corona I'm carrying around under my arm. Naw, I'm sure it's me.
Of course, they may just be curious to know why I've decided to pick up the case of beer before moving on to the produce section; doesn't seem to make much sense to carry that case around with me when I'm still shopping, unless I expect a rush of beer drinkers with bad taste to strip the store of it's supply of Corona while I'm looking for Just the Right Melon. Naw, I'm sure it's me.
Anyway, while I always walk into a store alone, I never, ever walk out that way. Nope- every single time I run to the store for beer, I end up coming home with a leggy, hot brunette eager to use her Passport to join me on whatever trip I've won this month from Corona. Almost makes the fact that I have to drink Corona worth it. Almost.
The thing is, I didn't know that this was a common enough experience to use in an actual commercial. I know that being stalked by hot girls in grocery stores who say "hi" to me as if they are delighted to meet me and my beer (Naw, I'm sure it's just me, and the beer is strictly incidental) as I'm walking out is an everyday occurrence in MY life, but I thought it was because I'm exceptionally hot, not to mention an awesome listener with a great sense of humor. Not everyone fits that description. So what's the deal?
Corona just decided one day to take a routine episode of my life and turn it into a commercial? Without even asking me first? Well, that's fine I guess- I'd just hate to see Lesser Guys get their hopes up and rush out to the store, thinking this might happen to them. Because after all, They are not Me.