Most of us are bombarded with advertising. All with promises of the best car, the best detergent, the most energy efficient car or appliance. Oh, dear God, yes, I’ve been sucked into these claims of years.
I’ve bought miracle cleansers guaranteed to make my shower sparkle. I bought wrinkle-free clothing, five-minute meals, and solar pool covers. None of those products delivered their false promises. Yet, I kept on buying–searching for the one.
As time and age reduced me into a shar pei, which I could not bear to look at in a bathroom mirror, let alone a full-length mirror, I searched for hope. And with simple clicks on my computer, I bought beauty creams, make up, oils, and elixirs all guaranteed to forestall my aging process. Sadly, not one of them worked.
Finally, I just gave up. I chose to no longer be a victim of a publisher’s clearinghouse subscription, nor a free week at a Maui timeshare. I solved my problem. Then, I spied this:
Really? You want to move me? Do realize how much stuff I have? A Ford Focus? Not to mention, how many muscular men could sit in a car of that size! I almost rolled over the sidewalk laughing in hysteria.
Given the current state of our world, this is what pays to advertise.