This commercial could not make less sense to me. All I know, is that I wish that I perpetually worked for CVS in the mid 80's. I think you'll see why.
Okay, if that wasn't the most senseless, piece of shit you've ever seen....
So, 1985 CVS, what you're telling me is that in 1985 an "empty gelatin capsule" DOES NOT get destroyed the second it meets stomach acid? I'm not sure if gelatin and stomach acid were different in 1985, but pharmacy sure was. If that's all I had to do to "flatter" people then life would be grand. So, flattered little fat girl, is your tummy better now? Yes, the magic of a paper-thin gelatin capsule will cure all.
Joel is truly a hero. He went to such lengths - take it with food and milk. Nope. Finally, (wait, finally? Isn't there supposed to be a few more steps in there? Not if you work for 1985 CVS.) put the icky medicine in a gelatin capsule and fool Donna Anton possibly more that the little fat girl. Her stomach was probably upset from all the fucking candy and bacon and sausage and pork shoulders and various stews she'd consumed earlier. Who's fat in 1985? Really. Look in the family album from 1985ish. Everyone is slender. What the fuck was Donna Anton doing? Someone should put her in a gelatin capsule.
I'm off topic now, I'm too angry. Until next time.
Gelatin. Really? Jesus H. Christmas. I quit.
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