Wednesday, 14 March 2012

I'm sure you've all seen the commercial for Perrier. There's a lady walking down the street and it's so hot that everything is melting around her. She gets home and goes in her fridge for a bottle of Perrier. The bottle kind of flops around and falls off of her balcony and into the swimming pool below. She dives in the pool, gets the bottle and drinks it.
Now I must tell you that it is one fab freaking advertisement. Imagine my joy when on a casual shopping trip, I happened to see this product on the shelf. Not wanting to let such an amazing opportunity to share in this bliss named Perrier pass by, I immediately scooped up a can. As I waiting in the queue all I could think about was that sexy Perrier pouring down my throat.
Now please. Imagine my horror when I get to realize that my beloved fantasy was carbonated MINERAL WATER. All that emotional attachment for a bloody Sweppes Club Soda with more fancy packaging. In my mind it was some sort of limey/lemony fizzy concoction. I was wrong. Mr. Perrier landed on my tongue with such disappointment, I felt like drinking myself into a stupor with some Black and White and ginger ale just to get over the pain.
I really don't see how Club Soda is going to quench my thirst in the dead heat of the day. I only drink it when I'm unwell. I always said that I see through ads because of the knowledge I gained through my economics class. "It doesn't work on me.." I most boldly boasted. I was wrong.

Link for the ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlfaSVxdCs8&feature=related