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Originally posted by robustpuppy
Anytime someone mentions the Plaza I am reminded of an old commercial where a well-coiffed woman walks out of a shop, tightens the belt of her fur around her waist, and struts down he street like Thurgreed just bent her over the arm of a sofa. The voice over says "Some women lunch at the Plaza, ski in St. Moritz, and buy expensive furs every year. Other women just look that way."
Why do I remember this crap?
(And TM, I think Wonk might prefer "226-0840, the Poconos Garden Lodge . . .")
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Do you remember the ad that went
"If you've got a craving for saving
and you passion for fashion
take the wheel of your automobile
and swing on down to Ideal"?
or
"I'm the boss's daughter for Atlantic Transmission. Transmission out of commission? Don't get frantic, call Atlantic."
I'm glad I'm not alone in the remembering crap department.
