I have an excuse for not writing earlier about the Wendy’s commercial where a guy eats a Steakhouse Double Melt in a packed airliner, and I think it’s a good one as far as excuses go: I haven’t flown anywhere for about three years. If memory serves, my reaction to seeing the spot about “Mr. 14B” the first time was one of overwhelming indifference. It was just another of the many commercials I was destined to see that night, and I didn’t even bother to write a book I keep ...
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