Sunday, March 15, 2020
Superbowl Commercial Fail # 5- Tide Pods
1. Who invited this whiny, screechy idiot? Seriously, he probably just got over losing half his chip in the dip before this NEW traumatizing event shook his world. You've got a food stain on your shirt, buddy. Calm. The hell. Down.
2. Is this party taking place in his own home? If so, why doesn't he just change? If not, does he expect the host to just start a laundry load because his shirt has a stain on it (there's a basket of laundry right there in the background?) I have to assume he's a guest, because oh my god does he keep this hissy fit going on long after anyone else would have wiped that stain with a wet paper towel and moved on with his life.
3. Who is this woman reminding him that it's just a stain, he's at an adult party, and he seriously needs to stop acting like he's having a full-blown autistic episode? Don't you dare tell me that's his wife or his date. Because if that's the case, I seriously just give up- just like she obviously did. But when he wakes up "later," she's nowhere to be seen, so....
(And no offense to autistic people, but that's the first thing I thought of when I saw this guy's reaction to getting a stain on his shirt. He's seriously having a fit and if he doesn't have a diagnosed mental illness should be put in Time Out, if not a straightjacket.)
4. The guy spends the rest of this ad obsessing over that stain, and it's easy to imagine that he's doing all of this Thinking About What Later Means out loud, disturbing everyone at the party. He notices a Bud Light ad and the Pepsi Halftime Show (thanks for reminding us of the sponsor, you choad) but apparently the actual game is lost to him because all that matters is that stain.
5. I'm going to assume that all of the other people at this party will remind themselves not to invite a certain other stain to the next Superbowl get-together, or any other get-together, for that matter. This guy is a walking billboard for Social Separating. He IS a virus.