This morning, I was listening to the radio and there was a Budweiser commercial on and it was all about how, even though Bud is brewed at 12 different places all over the country, every day they fly a sample to the brew master in one central location to so that he can make sure all our crappy beer has the same level of crappiness and you won’t be accidetally surprised to find that Bud Light suddenly has taste.
But I hope they’re FedExing those beers. The tone of the commercial, though, makes it sound like Budweiser has twelve private jets which make one round-trip every day to some central location (I presume St. Louis) to deliver one lone beer. And I couldn’t help but think, “People all over are losing their jobs and you’re talking about how great it is that you fly beer cross-country?”
It just seemed tone-deaf.
And then, over on NPR, they were talking about the lay-offs there.
And now Mrs. B brings up something that nags at the back of my mind:
The really shitty thing is, if Les Moonves or Katie Couric, both multi-bazillionaires gave up just one weeks pay, they could have saved these 40 peoples jobs.
And you wonder, why don’t they?