Taxi driver recounts how he had heartburn. His passenger surprises him by asking him to try some of the Zantac he just happens to have with him. “What are you, a doctor?” Imagine the taxi driver’s self-deprecating wry humor as he relates how the passenger said, “Yes, I am.”
Okay, let me get this straight. We’re supposed to buy this product because a fictional taxidriver is telling an anecdote about an equally fictional encounter with someone who claimed he was a doctor?
I mean, sheesh. How many nested levels of story-telling is that? That’s supposed to convince us of the quality of this product? Could they possibly insult us any further?
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