“Truth in advertising” has long been the rallying cry of someone.
I’m not sure who, exactly; Google was inconclusive. Regardless, there are laws against
deceptive advertising. It’s true.
Or at least, it’s advertised as such.*
*See what I did there? Impressive, eh?
I consider myself a smart shopper. I suspect most people do
– acknowledging your own dumbness is not a common trait, unless you’re doing it
just to make me cry.
I’ve always held a steadfast belief that I can see through any advertising
mirage and make a sound purchase. But recently I was duped. I felt fooled and hurt
- this particular pain in the ass was caused by the very people I trust to keep
my ass out of pain.
I’m talking, of course, about toilet paper. When perusing
the paper goods aisle recently, I was faced with some impressively packaged TP
shouting at me in bold letters: EIGHT
ROLLS = SIXTEEN REGULAR ROLLS! I almost grabbed the package and ran,
thinking there was no way a deal this good could be legal. But then I noticed
that right down the shelf there were TWELVE
ROLLS that equaled THIRTY SIX
whole REGULAR ROLLS!
Wondering if an even better deal could be found, I widened
my scope. I searched the entire aisle – weighing the benefits of soft vs. ultra
soft, calculating the exchange rate between one ply and two ply. After what
seemed like hours, I decided I oughtn’t just naively believe the many claims
about how many regular rolls were in a jumbo roll. I should grab a regular roll
for comparison’s sake, so as not to be taken advantage of.
But it was too late. My advantage had already been of taken!
For there were no regular-sized rolls… Like Ponce de Leon vainly trying to find
the fountain of youth, or Gargamel fruitlessly grasping at Smurfs, I searched
and searched. Yet none could be found.
Have they ever sold regular sized rolls of toilet paper? How
deep does this conspiracy go? I can’t recall ever buying a package of toilet
paper that wasn’t marked “XXL Triple Jumbo Rolls. 17 rolls = 73 regular rolls.”
Maybe toilet paper exists without an algebraic multiplier, but I haven’t seen it.
Maybe it dates back to the earliest days of toilet paper,
when adventurous lavatorial researchers first decided to Elmer’s glue together
the two thinnest pieces of paper they could find, and offer the result to mess-conscious
bathroom consumers. Maybe they stumbled upon the idea of sticking sheet after
sheet of translucent, flower-print sanitary
papier onto a cardboard telescope, then cynically doubled the roll in
anticipation of our evolution into a fast food nation.
Or perhaps it goes further back, to pre-T.P. ages. Did
astute advertising execs at Sterling Cooper Draper Ugg push double rolls of
dried wolf skin onto the unsuspecting caveman public?
Apparently, I accept advertising rather easily. It seems
obvious, in retrospect. If you handed me a survey that asked “What’s the best
part of waking up?” I would inevitably scribble “Folger’s in your cup,” not
thinking twice. That answer is wrong. The best part of waking up is nothing. And
yet I (theoretically) wrote that the answer is a steaming cup o’ joe plundered
from the jungles of South America by Captain Folger, the swarthy coffee baron.
Because of advertising.
With the knowledge that my mighty consumer intellect has been
felled by the common fanny rag, who knows what I might believe next? How can I
hope to sift through the limited-time offers and shopper club cards to find
answers to life’s big questions? What’s the ultimate driving machine? Are
diamonds really forever? DO I GOT MILK???
Don’t pity me, though. I’ll survive. Save your pity for
someone who didn’t just get TWENTY FOUR rolls for the price of just SIX.
This will not fit in your bathroom. |
*See what I did there? Impressive, eh?
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