What the F...?

Here's another What the Fuck moment....

One of the furniture commercials I saw lately had me throwing a hissy fit. And not just an ordinary hissy fit, but one of those high pitched screaming ones that made all the dogs of my neighborhood howl like there was a new moon. The commercial was simple picturing a company representative speaking to the audience with the utmost urgency. He said that their main base, or at least one of their original stores was in Florida and they needed to help those in need. They needed to help the people of Florida.

I was waiting for the a phone number to flash for donation relief or for them to say they were having a sale, 10 percent of the proceeds going to help hurrican victims. Instead, the guy said something about working harder to deliver furniture to their beloved customers, those who "needed it". They were now going to deliver faster and for longer hours.

What the "F"? If they were trying to do a "Geiko", it was badly pulled off. Not funny in the least. Victims of a hurricane need water, food and clothes. They don't need an eight piece dining room set you idiot! They don't even have food to put on that table moron!

I'm done screaming at a pitch that breaks sound barriers. Most of the dogs are now asleep.