I've been trying to figure out what demographic the following Captain Morgan Rum commercial appeals to.
Two guys go into a seedy-looking pizza shop and order a pizza "for delivery". The baffled (and foreign?)-looking driver haplessly drives them back to their filthy hovel in the dead of night. He follows them to the front door, which they slam in his face. He stands there for a moment holding the pizza, the ultimate sad sack, before one of the guys opens the door and jerks the pizza out of his hands. He slams the door in the guy's face a second time. Then the three douchebags inside pose like the captain, proud of themselves for acquiring a designated driver.
Maybe I'm just bitter because I delivered pizzas myself to get through college, and I didn't find it at all amusing when people attempted to exploit my poor ass. But there is no way I would ever have let three drunken frat boys into my car. As if it isn't bad enough that the car permanently smells like stale pizza funk; giving these guys a ride would ensure that it would also smell like regurgitated Red Bull and vodka.
Where was the poor sad sack's tip? Shouldn't they have compensated him extra for his trouble? And why didn't they just call a cab? Or a friend?
Captain Morgan: The liquor for the new generation of assholes.
