Diet Coke-Part 3 (The Thrilling Conclusion)

Edit: So you know that scene in Happy Gilmore where Happy is begging for help from his old mentor? He says “You are smart, I am stupid. You are handsome, I am ugly. You are a good man, I am dirt,” etc etc. Something along those lines. I’m paraphrasing because I can’t find a clip.

Anyhoo, I would like to say that to Wieden+Kennedy. They are awesome, and I am dumb. I assumed and made an ass of myself. Not so much them. A comment from someone I didn’t know on this post prompted me to open the fridge box. Guess what? It’s a freakin’ DIET COKE MINI FRIDGE!

I can only apologize for not opening it earlier. My husband works with a bunch of college kids; they’re going back to school. We were going to give it to one of them. Didn’t occur to me to open the box when I thought someone would come to pick it up.

But this sucker is mine! WOOHOO! DIET COKE MINI FRIDGE!  I will post a pic shortly, once I can get my husband to help me move it.

What follows is my original post, in all its ignorant glory.

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My faith in humanity has officially been restored.

It is not covered with my beloved Diet Coke logo. It is not overflowing with Diet Cokes. There were no cameras to record the delivery and my fake surprise.

But it’s a reasonable approximation, and for that I am grateful. They owed me nothing, but they hooked me up anyway. And let’s be honest, they had no real need to do it. 500+ twitter followers made for a grand total of 1 comment on the previous posts. A few people tweeted me, but not so many people tweeted them. They had no reason to think that anyone cared but me, but they came through anyway.

Bravo to Wieden+Kennedy for being staffed with decent human beings. My cynicism has abated slightly today, so thanks for that.