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Our Wacky Biz
If you’re like me, you’re married to my wife and have two sons. You are also earning your daily bread by toiling in the mine shafts of advertising creativity. And if there’s a wilder, more woolly boolly, hurly-burly business, well I’d sure like to know about it! This ad game is chock…
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Buying The Car
Three guys from Detroit go into a Washington showroom. They check out the goods, like what they see and make an offer. $25 billion. They get rejected. “No can-do,” says the salesman. The guys go home, re-group and come back a couple weeks later and make another offer. $34 billion. “Whoa-boy,” says the salesman.…
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Fate Thou Art Ironic (Pt. 4)
Heavy guilt had gripped me for days. Sleep was awfully scarce and not terribly restful. Dance was impossible because guilty feet have got no rhythm. I was having a horrible time wrestling with my conscience over whether I should go through with the request made by a relatively new acquaintance who sold…
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Mr. Precious Organs (Pt. 3)
Got out of my car in the supermarket parking lot and there HE was. THAT guy. The one who wants one of my kidneys and my spleen. THAT guy I’ve only met a couple times in passing at parties. The one who sells insurance. The one who sold me my ironclad policy that’ll pay my wife a…
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The Ante Is Upped (Pt. 2)
At 3:41 last night, the bedroom phone rang. “Hello,” I mumbled into the phone half asleep. “Well, you coming through for me, or what, jerkface?” a male voice asked sharply. “Who is this?” “Don’t play dumb, you know damn well who this is.…