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Ads that I like #56


As you can see, today’s ad is not of vintage origin. Perhaps it reflects a dynamic market response to a new consumer concern. Personally, I have not dwelt too much on the topic of the violation of one’s manhole. However, I do believe that a man’s manhole is a man’s castle, and nobody should enter that castle without permission. I myself have chosen to avoid using a security lock on my own manhole, but then again I have never felt that my manhole has been under particular threat.

Looking at the fellow in the ad, he does look to be an anxious chap. Look at his eyes: tense, on edge, almost frightened; I have to wonder what all this talk of protecting one’s manhole has done to his nerves. Sure, he has the peace of mind that should anyone try and surreptitiously infringe upon his manhole, there is a guard there, but at what cost to his sanity?

Comments

freefalling said…
This isn't real!!

I like the labels you've given your post.

And I don't really understand the significance of the safety glasses.
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I am working on the assumption that it is. Millions of men the world over need their manholes protected, why would you want to take that away from them?
USelaine said…
Oh, dear. I took the liberty of Googling them: Looks legit to me. The things you find, Kris...
Clare said…
How bizarre! And yes, that guy really is on edge - he appears to be wearing safety goggles...

Perhaps a little paranoid and over-cautious?

xXx
Oleanderman said…
Fantastic! Manholes in my neck of the woods suffer from constant intruders - now I have the answer!
Outside of the joke, this is an actual concern with the price of metal skyrocketing. The company needs to come up with a different ad campaign. Perhaps switching over to a different advertising company might be a start. I think the guys expression is probably close to the one he had when he took a gander at how his image was to be used.
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