I had almost forgotten this, which is probably yet another sign of my senescence, but a conversation at work jogged my memory from its slumber:

On Super Bowl Sunday one of the many ballyhooed commercials was this little gem featuring Posh’s husband David:

Mr. Posh in his Underoos

At the end of the ad on that Sunday, they displayed the price of the underwear that he was, ahem, wearing: $14.

And I sat and watched this with the other women in attendance. And in the silence that followed, as the other women surreptitiously wiped the drool away, all I could say was

FOURTEEN DOLLARS FOR UNDERPANTS? SERIOUSLY?

I told this story to the women I worked with, and as they roared with laughter, one sputtered, “They were advertising something?”

I’ll be at the store in line for my Poligrip, thank you.

© E. Stocking Evans 2012