There is a woman in a TV health insurance commercial, and she annoys me. She looks fit and young for her age as she briskly hikes on a trail. She says something like, “I’m in my sixties, and I’m looking forward to a long life….blah, blah. “
Long life? How does she know? What’s a long life anyway?
I have always wanted to reach through the TV and smack that broad for her presumptuousness.
If I were making the commercial, I would insert a mountain lion on the trail behind the woman, and the mountain lion would be stalking her. He might even gobble her up and smack his lips. Yummy.
Or maybe not.
Maybe, instead of the woman, the mountain lion would find a plump mule deer for his lunch.
Then, the sixty year old smart-ass woman would finish her hike and go back to her mountain lodge. There, at the lodge’s patio restaurant, she would meet up with the rest of us, sitting around and chowing down on our reuben sandwiches with our beers. She’d brag about her exquisite romp and all the beautiful things she got to see…that we missed because we were hanging around the lodge. She’s just that kind of na-na-na-na-na-na type. I bet you know someone just like her.
But maybe she has the right idea? I don’t know. Crazy isn’t it?