Har har har.
This commercial must die.
Meet Doris and Herman. Typical, happy American golden-years couple.
Or so it seems...
"How do you like the ribs I made for you, Herman?"
"Eh. Not as good as Mother's, but they're all right."
Filthy old geezer. What he doesn't know is I poisoned his ribs!
I DID serve those to HIM, didn't I? Oh dear.
"Doris, I have a bone to pick with you."
Ugh, here it comes.
"Doris, these ribs are too dry and my shirts weren't ironed the way I like them this week. And furthermore, I have told you time and again to leave the toilet seat up for me and the night light ON. Now how hard is that? Honestly, woman!"
"Owww!!"
"You hit me!"
"And I'll do it again... you better believe it, mister!"
"THAT'S IT!!"
"Eeeeeeek!"
"You'd better run!"
Doris: "I'm in mortal peril and my husband's going to kill me! I'd better call my friends at Qwest!"
Herman: "Qwest can't save you now, sweetheart!"
"Hi. I'm Veronica, a random Qwest employee. When I'm not hanging out in manholes, I'm busy trying to save marriages. That's right, folks, I'm a marriage counselor in my spare time. Now, as you can see, Doris and Herman have what we in the practice like to call issues. She beats up on him, tries to kill him... and he retaliates by doing the exact same thing. In the end, neither one is happy and one is more than likely completely dead. As you can probably guess, this is not a recipe for a healthy marriage. As a Qwest manhole chick and a marriage counselor, I am in the perfect spot to help old couples like Doris and Herman find happiness. Now you're probably going, Who asked you, Veronica? You suck! but trust me, I get that a LOT. So please, listen to me while I..."
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