Ah, my not-quite-as-beloved-as-before Buffalo Wild Wings. We once relished each other’s company and felt that the world was at peace while we were together, even when the New York Yankees were in town. That’s when I would order my wings with the Caribbean Jerk sauce, which is indeed quite yummy. But now, whenever I see your logo on a store or a commercial—especially a commercial—I suffer from a horrible flashback of Thursday. Horrible, horrible, horrible…
In a way, it’s reminiscent of being on Beauty and the Geek. Various people across the nation loved Richard because they thought he was funny. Lemme tell ya, he’s a lot funnier when you only get a 20-minute dose of him every week. If you’re there all the time… it gets aggravating after a while.
Similarly, if you’re an extra for a 30-second commercial, people might love to see someone they know right behind one of the main actors. Lemme tell ya, that’s a lot funner (yes, I said funner) when you only see the 30 seconds. If you’re there for the entire filming session (this one in particular)… it gets way more than aggravating after a loooooong while. Continue reading “My new love/hate relationship”
