You remember those TV commercials for Motel 6 that said “We’ll leave the light on for ya”?
What a stupid damned campaign. The “leavin’ the light on for ya” part is cool. Catchy, memorable and annoying.
The part of that ad campaign that bugs me is that the guy who did the voice over for them was from Alaska. Nothing against Alaska, it’s a place that has been blessed by Nature way yonder more than many places on Earth. Like New Jersey for instance.
But let’s be real.
First of all, how many Motel 6s are there in Alaska? I’ll tell you how many. One. That’s only one more than Madagascar for Pete’s sake! There four million Motel 6s throughout the rest of the country, why not use a voice over guy from Mississippi? Or North Dakota? Or New Jersey. Anywhere but Alaska. It’s a minor thing but it pisses me off.
For Motel 6, I’ll leave the Dumbass on for ya.
As you may have deduced by now, or maybe not because you are a Dumbass, today’s venture into Dumbassville takes us to a motel. There are no strippers or drugs involved, so this ain’t one of those stories.(Dammit) Most of us have stayed in a motel at some point or another, not only because we are cheap bastards, but for convenience. Convenience meaning “close to a liquor store”. That aside, we stay at a place like Motel 6 and don’t expect five star treatment. You sleep, you shower, you hit the road.
Unless you run out of toilet paper.