Which is good because if you have any trouble, you have double the assistance of the Help and Support Center.

I guess there’s a few possibilities here. Could be the manufacturer, and the shirt itself is made from something like flash paper. Or maybe it’s a problem with consumers, putting space heaters in cribs or something.

Honestly, I can only think of one child who’s parents should be concerned about whether or not his clothes are flame-resistant.

But really, note how small that tag isn’t. They seem pretty serious.

I didn’t expect to top the last recession DVD salesman, but we have. Heroically. And on the same street corner.

I can honestly say I have never been closer to purchasing a DVD for $5 than I was right here. Commanding the attention of thousands of New Yorkers at rush hour on the corner of 7th Ave & 34th, this man unabashedly paced back and forth, fearlessly shouting, “Everyone! Come and see! Everyone! Come and see!”

I was secretly hoping he was about to hog-tie a tourist with a steel bar off the stair railing.

And while generally speaking I am an advocate of relevancy in marketing, I can’t fight the awesomeness of those cowboy boots.

I found myself unconvinced of the utmost effectiveness of this particular location.

Back of the truck: what do you see?

If you said a mostly obscene shot of a dairy cow’s hindquarters wearing a sombrero, you are correct.

If you said a one-armed man with enormous hips wearing a pink frock, cow-patterned western jacket, and sombrero, you are also correct. A true “cowboy.”

“Country Fresh Dairy Products.” Naturally, country=western and dairy=bovine derrière…

And voila! I’ll never look at milk and ice cream the same way.

UPDATE: Jane has brought it to my attention that the “sombrero” is the hat of the kid leading the cow, that you see on the side of the truck. Guess I didn’t stare long enough…

I must have seen this billboard 5 or 6 times before I finally realized what they were doing…

I would catch glimpses of it as I slalomed other commuters in the breakneck race for Penn Station. Amidst the rush, all I ever really noticed of this billboard was the enormous “Remorse’ls” fudge rounds and the bright white text, “Chocolaty goodness without the guilt.” Seemed tongue-in-cheek in intention, yet just didn’t work. And to top off the ambiguity, fudge-covered remorse looks so delicious!

So when I finally left work a few minutes earlier and had some time to stop and take a picture of it for Gawking In Traffic, I noticed the real product in the bottom right corner…

Huh… thanks, but I’ll take remorse.

Anyone have a Mallomar?

Went camping recently, and happened to look down and catch this guy smiling back up at me…

I know most of you have seen this a million times, but the posts are slacking because I haven’t had any time to sit down and type them out all pretty. So in the meantime, this commercial always makes me happy, regardless of the fact that I’ve seen it a billionty times.

So watch it again… and smile.

If you are interested, click here for the making of the commercial.

Spotted this priceless signage just outside Penn Station. I have yet to see another street sales table command my attention like this one did.

Seriously, he even spelled it “dolla.” I almost offered him money for the sign.

I dunno… I kind of figure it stinks no matter what time you choose.