Nationwide Commercial Oopsie
Yes, I am the commercial police. I've already dashed off my letters to Progressive Soup and Campbell's protesting their ignorant spread of the fear of MSG. I am going to give in to the delusion that the reason those annoying commercials have diminished in their frequency of broadcasts actually has something to do with me. (Please don't dispel my illusions!)
Now, I am so excited about upgrading to the Palm Pre. I'm on the waiting list, so I have no idea when I might get this new phone - but it supposedly has applications to download and such. And my current insurance company is State Farm, and I have no desire to switch insurance carriers. But the latest Nationwide commercial bugs me. Not because of their new downloadable app - the accident tool kit, but because of their inconsistencies in their presented scenario:
"Let's say you run into a tree. . ." says the spokeswoman. Then a few seconds later, she mentions the interactive form, ". . . so that you can exchange information with the other driver." I know I sometimes live in a totally cartoon world, but so far, I'm not aware of any driving trees.
It just brought back memories of when I was hit by a Buick while crossing the street when I was fourteen. As part of the routine, a police officer visited me in the hospital emergency room. As he asked me what happened, and after I told him the circumstances of how, as I was walking across the street, and the Buick hit me, the police officer wrote down what I said in his notebook, then looked up and asked me if I had been wearing my seatbelt.
Now, I am so excited about upgrading to the Palm Pre. I'm on the waiting list, so I have no idea when I might get this new phone - but it supposedly has applications to download and such. And my current insurance company is State Farm, and I have no desire to switch insurance carriers. But the latest Nationwide commercial bugs me. Not because of their new downloadable app - the accident tool kit, but because of their inconsistencies in their presented scenario:
"Let's say you run into a tree. . ." says the spokeswoman. Then a few seconds later, she mentions the interactive form, ". . . so that you can exchange information with the other driver." I know I sometimes live in a totally cartoon world, but so far, I'm not aware of any driving trees.
It just brought back memories of when I was hit by a Buick while crossing the street when I was fourteen. As part of the routine, a police officer visited me in the hospital emergency room. As he asked me what happened, and after I told him the circumstances of how, as I was walking across the street, and the Buick hit me, the police officer wrote down what I said in his notebook, then looked up and asked me if I had been wearing my seatbelt.