A few years ago, I bought some of those Campbells Soup-at-Hand. You remember the commercials. Business people in their nice clothes, working at the computer while sipping their soup. It looked very clean, and tidy, right?
Wrong. To my horror, these things were a mess. I distinctly remember the first time I opened one at work. When I pulled off the lid (very gently) it splattered all over my shirt and hands. Then, while in the microwave, it bubbled over and made a mess on the tray. Bitches.
I was so annoyed that I personally e-mailed Campbells and told them how much bullshit their ad campaign was, and proceeded to tell them I needed a bib to eat their damn soups at work.
Their reply: “We are sorry you are having difficulty eating our soups, but we stand behind our products and their quality.”
WTF? Not only did they treat me like an idiot, they absolutely refused to believe that anything was wrong with their product!
Fast forward to Jan. 31, 2006. I decided to give them another chance. I won’t buy their “Soup-on-Your-Hands” anymore, but I was willing to try out their 15 oz. disposable bowls.
I walked into the break room with confidence, and slowly opened the top. BAM! Tomato soup splattered my sleeve and floor.
Campbells Soup is a bunch of bitches. You have stained my super-gay purple shirt that I just had dry-cleaned. That is a crime against humanity.
Fuck you. My dry cleaning bill is in the mail. And I’m also sending you my therapy bill, as I’m sure I’ll need it after writing this.