If you click on this all the way to You Tube you will notice that a commenter very early on wrote, "Chester is serious as hell." Now there's a prospective Board member for The Rhetorical Situation!
Anyway, Harrogate absolutely loves this commercial. It is impelled with multiple issues. First off, what exactly is it that Felicia did to upset the blonde woman? And what word, or combination of words, would Faithful Readers use to describe the emotion Felicia is expressing when she puts her hand on her hip and drops her head to the side, immediately after being told, 'other people are trying to do their laundry too'? Exasperation? Resignation? Melancholy?
And then by contrast, how would we describe her emotions on heeding Chester's advice and Oranging up the antagonist's whites? Elation? Satisfaction? The thrill of having crossed the point of no return?
And finally, O Readers, who in the hell is that old guy hanging out with Chester? And why does Chester disappear after Felicia gives in to her Poe-esque "Imp of the Perverse"? Perhaps, at the end of the proverbial day, Chester the Talking Cheetah is not meant to be taken as an objectively real entity but simply Felicia's Imp--or rather, the Imp in us all, the Imp that Cheetos feeds so amply.
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Well, I think it's clear that Felicia left the laundromat while her clothes were drying and had not returned when they finished. So blondie took it upon herself to remove Felicia's clothes from the dryer, transferring her own laundry into said dryer. I think that Felicia's thoughts in response to blondie's bitchiness include, "What a f*ing c**t."
What does Felicia pick up? A sock? This is the key. For Felicia must be ready to leave because she would not have put the Cheetos in unless she was one foot out the door.
Therefore, the complaint against her is that she is hogging the folding table and most likely monopolized the dryers, causing "blondie" to fold on a garbage can and to stay for a longer period of time-- for no one wants to be doing laundry and no one wants to do it at a laundromat. They both want to leave, but Felicia is keeping blondie from doing so.
Now Felicia, she feels like a seven-year-old who believes he got away with snooping for Christmas presents before Christmas. You think you are doing something that will please you; however, on Christmas day, you feel regret because there is no surprise.
The same, unfortunately, applies for Cheetos. When you eat them, you desire them like no other food. It's a compulsion. Yet, afterward, you know that the empty carbs and calories will be the death of you. The man at the table implies the same wasteful metaphor for why would a blind man play chess? Is the man even alive?
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