This skin-crawling ad for Embarq so thoroughly grated the nerves on Bill that it gave us an uncourted sense of schadenfreude. In general, something about the ad embarrasses us in the same way your immortalization in the yearbook embarrasses you.
It merits adding that Embarq, who consider themselves trailblazers in the direction of common sense, will probably make good on a spot this annoying. It sort of clings, like toilet paper or static.
We’re thankful that the song hasn’t lodged itself in our heads yet but that’s mainly because we’re afraid of watching the spot a second time. We might catch ’80’s hair. And nobody wants that.
